God, Our Refuge

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 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.

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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 2

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

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 3

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

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Verse 4

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.

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