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.

 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.

 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.

 4  'Tis that which make me treasure,

       'Tis that which brings me gain;

    Converting woe to pleasure,

       And reaping joy from pain.

    Oh, 'tis enough, whate'er befall,

    To know that God is All in all.