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
God, our hope and strength abiding,
Soothes our dread, exceeding nigh;
Fear we not the world subsiding,
Roots of mountains heaving high,
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.