89 ~ God Is the Refuge
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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.
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Loud may the troubled ocean roar; In sacred peace our souls abide; While every nation, every shore, Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
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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.
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That sacred stream, Thy holy word, Our grief allays, our fear controls; Sweet peace Thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls.
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Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundation move, Built on His truth, and armed with power.