8 7, 8 7, 4 7. 1 GOD, our Hope and Strength abiding, Soothes our dread, exceeding nigh: Fear we not the world subsiding, Roots of mountains heaving high, Darkly heaving Where in ocean's heart they lie.
2 Let them roar, his awful surges, - Let them boil - each dark-browed hill Tremble, where the proud wave urges; Here is yet one quiet rill; Her calm waters, Zion's joy, flow clear and still.
3 Joy of God's abode, the station Where the Eternal fixed his tent: - God is there, a strong salvation, On her place she towers unbent. God will aid her Ere the stars of morn be spent.
4 Heathens rage, dominions tremble, God spake out, earth melts away: God is where our hosts assemble, Jacob's God, our rock, and stay. Come, behold him O'er the wide earth wars allay.
5 Come, behold God's work of wonder, Scaring, wasting earth below; How he snapped the spear in sunder, How he brake the warrior's bow. Wild war chariots Burn before him, quenched as tow.
6 "Silence - for the Almighty know me; O'er the heathen throned am I, Throned where earth must crouch below me." - Lord of hosts, we know thee nigh: God of Jacob Thou art still our rock on high.
