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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 tempestís 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