God is our refuge, strong and near, A help when trembling hearts know fear— Though mountains crumble to the sea, Though floods may roar and tempests be. No fear shall shake the steadfast soul Whose trust is anchored in His hold; A river flows with joy divine, Where God has set His holy shrine. The Lord of Hosts is with us still, Our fortress firm against all ill— Nations may rage and kingdoms cease, But at His voice comes instant peace. "Be still, and know that I am God, Exalted where the nations trod." The Lord of Hosts is ever near— Our mighty shield, our fortress here!
