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.
*Music: Composed 2001 by Mitch Cervinka. Donated to the Public Domain for the unrestricted use of Christ's church.