God is the Refuge of His Saints

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Melody - "Ward", arr. by Lowell Mason, 1830
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Isaac Watts, 1719

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.

2. 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.

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

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

5. That sacred stream, thine holy word,
That all our raging fear controls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

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

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