1
Strong are the walls around me,
That hold me all the day;
But they who thus have bound me,
Cannot keep God away:
My very dungeon walls are dear,
Because the God I love is here.
D
Strong are the walls around me,
That
G
hold me
D
all
A
the
D-G
day;
But
D
they who
A
thus have
Bm
bound
D
me,
Can
A
not keep
E7
God a
A
way:
My
G
very
A7
dungeon
D
walls are
Bm
dear,
Be
Em
cause the God I
A7
love is
D
here.
2
They know, who thus oppress me,
’Tis hard to be alone;
But know not One can bless me,
Who comes through bars and stone;
He makes my dungeon’s darkness bright,
And fills my bosom with delight.
They know, who thus oppress me,
’Tis hard to be alone;
But know not One can bless me,
Who comes through bars and stone;
He makes my dungeon's darkness bright,
And fills my bosom with delight.
D
They know, who thus oppress me,
’Tis
G
hard to
D
be
A D-G
alone;
But
D
know not
A
One can
Bm
bless
D
me,
Who
A
comes through
E7
bars and
A
stone;
He
G
makes my
A7
dungeon's
D
darkness
Bm
bright,
And
Em
fills my bosom
A7
with
D
delight.
3
Thy love, O God, restores me
From sighs and tears to praise;
And deep my soul adores Thee,
Nor thinks of time or place:
I ask no more, in good or ill,
But union with Thy holy will.
Thy love, O God, restores me
From sighs and tears to praise;
And deep my soul adores Thee,
Nor thinks of time or place:
I ask no more, in good or ill,
But union with Thy holy will.
D
Thy love, O God, restores me
From
G
sighs and
D
tears
A
to
D-G
praise;
And
D
deep my
A
soul
Bm
adores
D
Thee,
Nor
A
thinks of
E7
time or
A
place:
I
G
ask no
A7
more, in
D
good or
Bm
ill,
But
Em
union with Thy
A7
holy
D
will.
4
’Tis that which makes my treasure,
’Tis that which brings my gain;
Converting woe to pleasure,
And reaping joy from pain.
Oh, ’tis enough, whate’er befall,
To know that God is All in all.
’Tis that which makes my treasure,
’Tis that which brings my gain;
Converting woe to pleasure,
And reaping joy from pain.
Oh, ’tis enough, whate'er befall,
To know that God is All in all.
D
’Tis that which makes my treasure,
’Tis
G
that which
D
brings
A
my
D-G
gain;
D
Converting
A
woe to
Bm D
pleasure,
And
A
reaping
E7
joy from
A
pain.
Oh,
G
’tis
A7
enough,
D
whate'er
Bm
befall,
To
Em
know that God is
A7
All in
D
all.
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