The Church's Safety and Triumph Among National Desolations

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

Loud may the troubled ocean roar; in sacred peace our souls abide, while every nation, every shore, trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.