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1 God, our hope and strength abiding,
Soothes our dread, exceeding nigh;
Fear we not the world subsiding,
Roots of mountains heaving high,
Where in ocean’s heart they lie.
2 Let them roar, His awful surges;
Let them boil—each dark-browed hill
Tremble, where the proud wave urges:
Here is yet one quiet rill;
Her calm waters,
Zion’s joy, flow clear and still.
3 Joy of God’s abode, the station
Where the Eternal fixed His tent:
God is there a strong salvation;
On her place she towers unbent.
God will aid her
Ere the stars of morn be spent.
4 Heathens rage, dominions tremble,
God spake out, earth melts away:
God is where our hosts assemble,
Jacob’s God, our rock and stay.
Come, behold Him
O’er the wide earth wars allay.
5 Come, behold God’s work of wonder,
Scaring, wasting earth below;
How He knapped the spear in sunder,
How He broke the warrior’s bow.
Wild war chariots
Burn before Him, quenched as tow.
6 "Silence—for the Almighty know Me;
O’er the heathen throned am I,
Throned where earth must crouch below Me"—
Lord of Hosts, we know Thee nigh:
God of Jacob,
Thou art still our rock on high.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9584