The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved: He uttered His voice, the earth melted. The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.@Psalm 46:6-7
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Edward J. Hopkins (1818-1901)

Harriet Auber, Spirit of the Psalms 1829, page 46.

Wessex Edward J. Hopkins, 1869 (🔊 pdf nwc).

When troubles, like a whelming sea,
Their waves tumultuous roll,
To God our Savior let us flee,
He will their rage control:
Why should our hearts give way to fear,
With Christ, our refuge, ever near?

In vain against Thy chosen band
Shall impious nations join;
Upheld by Thee Thy church shall stand,
Though earth with hell combine:
No foes, no danger, shall she fear,
For Christ, her refuge, still is near.

While guilt despairs in frantic tones,
The faithful shall rejoice,
And midst expiring nature’s groans
Shall hear a Savior’s voice:
My people, cast away your fear:
Behold, your refuge still is near.