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	WHOM should we love like Thee,    Our God, our Guide, our King,     The tower to which we flee,         The rock to which we cling? O for a worthy tongue to show The countless mercies that we owe.
2	The storm upon us fell,         The floods around us rose;     The depths of death and hell         Seemed on our souls to close; To God we cried in strong despair, He heard, and came to help our prayer.
3	He came, the King of kings,         He cleaved the darkened sky;     And on the tempest’s wings         Rode glorious down from high; The earth before her Maker shook, The mountains quaked at His rebuke.
4	Above the storm He stood,         And awed it to repose;     He drew us from the flood,         And scattered all our foes; He set us in a spacious place, And there upholds us by His grace.
5	Whom should we love like Thee,         Our God, our Guide, our King,     The tower to which we flee,         The rock to which we cling? O for a worthy tongue to show The countless mercies that we owe.
	Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847