How great the goodness Thou hast stored
In secret for Thy saints, O Lord,
Thy holy name who fear!
How great the mercies wrought for those
Who do in Thee their trust repose,
Before the Lord appear.

Thou in the secret of Thy face,
Shalt find for them a hiding place
From proud oppressor’s wrongs;
A safe retreat for them prepare,
And keep them in a covert there,
Secure from strife of tongues.

O let Jehovah blessed be,
Who showed His wondrous love to me
In city fortified;
“Cut off from Thee;” I said in fear,
Yet Thou my suppliant voice didst hear,
When unto Thee I cried.