God is the Refuge of His Saints

God is the ref-uge of His saints, When storms of sharp dis-tress in-vade; Ere we can of-fer our com-plaints Be-hold Him pre-sent with His aid. Let moun-tains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and bur-ied there; Con-vul-sions shake the sol-id world, Our faith shall nev-er yield to fear. Loud may the trou-bled o-cean roar, In sa-cred peace our souls a-bide, While ev-ery na-tion, ev-ery shore, Trem-bles, and dreads the swell-ing tide. There is a stream whose gen-tle flow Sup-plies the cit-y of our God; Life, love and joy, still glid-ing through; And wat-ering our div-ine a-bode. That sa-cred stream, Thine ho-ly Word, That all our rag-ing fear con-trols: Sweet peace Thy prom-is-es af-ford, And give new strength to faint-ing souls. Zi-on en-joys her Mon-arch's love, Se-cure a-gainst a threat-ening hour; Nor can her firm foun-da-tions move, Built on His truth, and armed with power. Let Zi-on in her King re-joice, Though ty-rants rage and king-doms rise; He ut-ters His al-might-y voice, The king-doms melt, the tu-mult dies. The Lord of old for Zi-on fought, And Ja-cob's God is still our aid; Be-hold the works His hand has wrought, What des-o-la-tions He has made! From sea to sea, through all the shores He makes the noise of bat-tle cease; When from on high His thun-der roars, He awes the trem-bling world to peace. He breaks the bow, He cuts the spear, Char-i-ots He burns with heaven-ly flame; Keep si-lence all the earth, and hear The sound and glo-ry of His Name. Be still, and learn that I am God, I'll be ex-alt-ed o'er the lands, I will be known and feared a-broad, But still my throne in Zi-on stands. O Lord of hosts, al-might-y King, While we so near Thy pres-ence dwell, Our faith shall sit se-cure, and sing De-fi-ance to the gates of hell.