By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Psalm xlvi
      1 GOD is the refuge of his saints,
      When storms of sharp distress invade;
      Ere we can offer our complaints,
      Behold him present with his aid!

      2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled
      Down to the deep, and buried 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 every nation, every 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 through,
      And watering our divine abode.

      5 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
      Secure against the threatening hour;
      Nor can her firm foundation move,
      Built on his faithfulness and power. ==L.M. SECOND PART

      6 LET Zion in her King rejoice,
      Though Satan rage, and kingdoms rise:
      He utters his almighty voice,
      The nations melt, the tumult dies.

      7 The Lord of old for Jacob fought;
      And Jacob's God is still our aid:
      Behold the works his hand hath wrought!
      What desolations he hath made!

      8 From sea to sea, through all their shores,
      He makes the noise of battle cease;
      When from on high his thunder roars,
      He awes the trembling world to peace.

      9 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear;
      Chariots he burns with heavenly flame:
      Keep silence, all the earth, and hear
      The sound and glory of his name:

      10 "Be still, and learn that I am God,
      Exalted over all the lands;
      I will be known and feared abroad;
      For still my throne in Zion stands."

      11 O Lord of hosts, almighty King!
      While we so near thy presence dwell,
      Our faith shall rest secure, and sing
      Defiance to the gates of hell.