1 God is the refuge of His saints,
when storms of sharp distress invade;
ere we can offer our complaints
behold Him present with His aid.
2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled
down to the deep, and buried there,
convulsions shake the solid world,
our faith shall never yield to fear.
3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar;
in sacred peace our souls abide,
while every nation, every shore,
trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow
supplies the city of our God;
life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
and wat'ring our divine abode.
5 That sacred stream, Thy holy Word,
our grief allays, our fear controls;
sweet peace Thy promises afford,
and give new strength to fainting souls.
6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,
secure against a threat'ning hour;
nor can her firm foundations move,
built on His truth, and armed with pow'r.
Source: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #46B
First Line: | God is the refuge of His saints, When storms of sharp distress invade |
Title: | The Church's Safety and Triumph Among National Desolations |
Author: | Isaac Watts (1719) |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
God is the Refuge of His saints. I. Watts. [Ps. xlvi.] Appeared in his Psalms of David, &c, 1719, in 6 stanzas of 4 lines and headed, "The Church's Safety and Triumph among National Desolations." It has passed in full, or in an abbreviated form, into numerous collections in all English-speaking countries. In the Unitarian Hymn [& Tune] Book, Boston, U.S.A., 1868, stanzas v., vi., are given as No. 345, "There is a stream, whose gentle flow."
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)