| Text: | God is the refuge of His saints |
| Tune: | WARD |
| Composer: | Dr. L. Mason |
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 watering our divine abode.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | God is the refuge of His saints |
| Publication Date: | 1865 |
| Notes: | Public Domain |
| Tune Information | |
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| Name: | WARD |
| Composer: | Dr. L. Mason |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Key: | B♭ Major |