1 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.

2 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.

3 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.