46 (1)Psalm 46 Version 1LM
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