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 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 watering our divine abode.
5 That sacred stream, thine holy word,
Supports our faith, our fear controuls,
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
6 Sion enjoys her Monarch’s Love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundation move,
Built on his truth, and arm'd with power.
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First Line: | God is the refuge of his saints |
Title: | The Church's Safety and Triumph among national Desolations |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |
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Topic: | Church: God fights for her; Desolations: the church's safety in them; God: present in his churches(2 more...) |