God is the refuge of his saints
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God is the refuge of his saintsWhen storms of sharp distress invade:Ere we can offer our complaints,Behold him present with his aid.
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Loud may the troubled ocean roar;In sacred peace our souls abide;While every nation, every shore,Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
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There is a stream whose gentle flowSupplies the city of our God,Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,And watering our divine abode.
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That sacred stream, thy holy word,Our grief allays, our fear controls;Sweet peace thy promises afford,And give new strength to fainting souls.
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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.