Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 God is our refuge in distress, a present help when dangers press; In him undaunted we'll confide: 2,3 Though earth were from her center tossed, and mountains in the ocean lost, Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide. 4 A gentler stream with gladness still the city of our Lord shall fill, The royal seat of God most high: 5 God dwells in Zion, whose fair tow'rs shall mock th' assaults of earthly pow'rs, While his almighty aid is nigh. 6 In tumults when the heathen raged, and kingdoms war against us waged, He thundered, and dispersed their pow'rs: 7 The Lord of hosts conducts our arms, our tow'r of refuge in alarms, Our fathers' guardian God and ours. 8 Come see the wonders he hath wrought, on earth what desolation brought; How he has calmed the jarring world: 9 He broke the warlike spear and bow; with them the thund'ring chariots too Into devouring flames were hurled. 10 Submit to God's almighty sway, for him the heathen shall obey, And earth her sov'reign Lord confess: 11 The God of hosts conducts our arms, our tow'r of refuge in alarms, As to our fathers in distress.