Scripture Verse

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea. Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Psalm 46:1–3


Benjamin H. Kennedy (1804–1889)

Words: Ben­ja­min H. Ken­ne­dy, Hym­no­lo­gia Chris­ti­ana (Lon­don: Long­man, Green, Long­man, Ro­berts & Green, 1863), num­ber 8.

Music: St. Aus­tin, Gre­go­ri­an chant. Ar­ranged in the Bris­tol Tune Book, 1876 (🔊 pdf nwc).


God, our hope and strength abid­ing,
Soothes our dread, ex­ceed­ing nigh;
Fear we not the world sub­sid­ing,
Roots of mount­ains heav­ing high,
Darkly heav­ing,
Where in ocean’s heart they lie.

Let them roar, His aw­ful surg­es;
Let them boil—each dark-browed hill
Tremble, where the proud wave urg­es:
Here is yet one qui­et rill;
Her calm wa­ters,
Zion’s joy, flow clear and still.

Joy of God’s abode, the sta­tion
Where the Eter­nal fixed His tent:
God is there a strong sal­va­tion;
On her place she tow­ers un­bent.
God will aid her
Ere the stars of morn be spent.

Heathens rage, do­min­ions trem­ble,
God spake out, earth melts away:
God is where our hosts as­sem­ble,
Jacob’s God, our rock and stay.
Come, be­hold Him
O’er the wide earth wars al­lay.

Come, be­hold God’s work of won­der,
Scaring, wast­ing earth be­low;
How He knapped the spear in sun­der,
How He broke the war­ri­or’s bow.
Wild war cha­ri­ots
Burn be­fore Him, quenched as tow.

Silence—for the Al­migh­ty know Me;
O’er the hea­then throned am I,
Throned where earth must crouch be­low Me

Lord of Hosts, we know Thee nigh:
God of Ja­cob,
Thou art still our rock on high.