|46 (1)||Psalm 46 Version 1||LM|
|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, Thy holy Word,
That all our raging fears 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 foundations move,
Built on His Truth, and armed with power.
|Isaac Watts, 1674-1748|