1141    L.M.     Isaac Watts
The Church’s Safety and Triumph. Ps. 46

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 That sacred stream, thine holy Word,
  That all our raging fear controls;
  Sweet peace thy promises afford,
  And give new strength to fainting souls.

6 Zion enjoys her Monarch’s love,
  Secure against a threatening hour;
  Nor can her firm foundation move,
  Built on his truth and armed with power.