1 O Christ! O Love divine!
How wonderful art thou!
What heavenly Beauties in thee shine!
What Mercies from thee flow!

2 Lo! thou art all we need,
To make us truly blest;
Thy Worshippers are all agreed,
Thou art the Sinner's Rest.

3 When blows the stormy Wind,
The Rage of Man or Hell,
A Hiding-Place in thee we find,
shelter'd in Peace we dwell.

4 When Satan, Sin, and Law,
Do fiercely all unite;
Most fearfully on us to draw
A dark, tempestuous Night.

5 When Thunders roar aloud
Thro' the distermper'd Sky;
Like Lightnings from the sulph'rous cloud,
When dreadful Curses fly.

6 Despairing, guilty Fears,
In fiery Tempests roll,
And when the second Death appears
To fright the trembling soul.

7 By Faith in thee, made bold,
We smile when Tempests fall;
Thou art the Man, promis'd of old,
To cover us from all.