Words: Isaac Watts
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! 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. 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 gliding through, And watering our divine abode. 5 Zion enjoys her monarch's love, Secure against the threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundation move, Built on his faithfulness and power. SECOND PART 6 Let Zion in her King rejoice, Though Satan rage, and kingdoms rise: He utters his almighty voice, The nations melt, the tumult dies. 7 The Lord of old for Jacob fought; And Jacob's God is still our aid: Behold the works his hand hath wrought! What desolations he hath made! 8 From sea to sea, through all their shores, He makes the noise of battle cease; When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to peace. 9 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear; Chariots he burns with heavenly flame: Keep silence, all the earth, and hear The sound and glory of his name: 10 "Be still, and learn that I am God, Exalted over all the lands; I will be known and feared abroad; For still my throne in Zion stands." 11 O Lord of hosts, almighty King! While we so near thy presence dwell, Our faith shall rest secure, and sing Defiance to the gates of hell.