God is the Refuge of His Saints |
Isaac Watts, 1719
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 the mountains from their seats be hurled
3. Loud may the troubled ocean roar; | 4. There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy, still guiding through, And wat'ring our divine abode.
5. That sacred stream, thine holy word,
6. Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, |