1-2. I love you, God—you make me strong.God is bedrock under my feet,the castle in which I live,my rescuing knight.My God—the high cragwhere I run for dear life,hiding behind the boulders,safe in the granite hideout.
16-19. But me he caught—reached all the wayfrom sky to sea; he pulled me outOf that ocean of hate, that enemy chaos,the void in which I was drowning.They hit me when I was down,but God stuck by me.He stood me up on a wide-open field;I stood there saved—surprised to be loved!