A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#81

81. God is the refuge of his saints

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 hurl'd
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 ev'ry nation, ev'ry 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 guiding through,
And wat’ring our divine abode.

5. 'Midst storms and tempests, Lord! thy word
Does ev'ry rising fear control.
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And well sustain the fainting soul.

Text Information

• First Line: God is the refuge of his saints
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Divine Providence and Government

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