All my fear to You I’m bringing
- Yes, the world with all its terrors
has to yield to You, my Saviour.
You have vanquished it indeed.
Horror cannot overtake me;
all anxiety must leave me,
for, O Lord, You are my shield.
- May You ever stand before me,
Lord of Lords and Prince of Victory
over tumult, over war.
With Your shield You will protect me.
Then I’ll see Your image only;
fear and terror will depart.