God is the refuge of his saints, <br />When storms of sharp distress invade; <br />Ere we can offer our complaints, <br />Behold him present with his aid! <br /> <br />Let mountains from their seats be hurled <br />Down to the deep, and buried there, <br />Convulsions shake the solid world, <br />Our faith shall never yield to fear. <br /> <br />Loud may the troubled ocean roar; <br />In sacred peace our souls abide; <br />While every nation, every shore, <br />Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. <br /> <br />There is a stream, whose gentle flow <br />Supplies the city of our God, <br />Life, love, and joy still gliding through, <br />And watering our divine abode. <br /> <br />Zion enjoys her monarch's love, <br />Secure against the threatening hour; <br />Nor can her firm foundation move, <br />Built on his faithfulness and power. <br /> <br />Let Zion in her King rejoice, <br />Though Satan rage, and kingdoms rise: <br />He utters his almighty voice, <br />The nations melt, the tumult dies. <br /> <br />The Lord of old for Jacob fought; <br />And Jacob's God is still our aid: <br />Behold the works his hand hath wrought! <br />What desolations he hath made! <br /> <br />From sea to sea, through all their shores, <br />He makes the noise of battle cease; <br />When from on high his thunder roars, <br />He awes the trembling world to peace. <br /> <br />He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear; <br />Chariots he burns with heavenly flame: <br />Keep silence, all the earth, and hear <br />The sound and glory of his name: <br /> <br />"Be still, and learn that I am God, <br />Exalted over all the lands; <br />I will be known and feared abroad; <br />For still my throne in Zion stands." <br /> <br />O Lord of hosts, almighty King! <br />While we so near thy presence dwell, <br />Our faith shall rest secure, and sing <br />Defiance to the gates of hell.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-xlvi-god-is-the-refuge/
