Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#100

100. God is the refuge of his saints

1 God is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade;
E'er we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd
Down to the deep, and bury'd 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 ev'ry nation, ev'ry 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 thro',
And wat'ring our divine abode.

5 That sacred stream, thine holy word,
That all our raging fear controuls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
Secure against a threat'ning hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r.

Text Information

• First Line: God is the refuge of his saints
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 46
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Part 1

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