Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Hymn Book
Date: 1816
Compiler: Joseph Thomas
Publisher/Printer: J Foster
First Line: God is the refuge of his saints
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: LM
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Hymn Number: CXXXV
Page Number: 180, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsGod is the refuge of his saints
When storms of sharp distress invade,
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.
Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd
Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
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.
There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love and joy, still gliding through,
That sacred stream, thine holy word,
Supports our faith, our fear controls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And gives new strength to fainting souls.
Zion enjoys her Jesus' love,
Secure against a threat'ning hour;
Nor can her firm foundation move,
Built on his truth and arm'd with pow'r.