GOD IS THE REFUGE OF HIS SAINTS

"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." Psalms 46:1

Words: Isaac Watts, 1719.
Music: "Ward," arranged from an old Scottish melody by Lowell Mason, 1830.

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.

Let the 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.

Loud may the troubled ocean roar;
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God,
Life, love, and joy, still guiding through,
And watering our divine abode.

'Midst storms and tempests, Lord! Thy Word
Does every rising fear control.
Sweet peace Thy promises afford,
And well sustain the fainting soul.

Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundation move,
Built on His truth, and armed with power.