1 God is our refuge and our strength,
In straits a present aid;
Therefore, although the earth remove,
We will not be afraid:
2 Though hills amidst the seas be cast;
Though waters roaring make,
And troubled be: yea, though the hills
By swelling seas do shake.
3 A river is, whose streams make glad
The city of our God;
The holy place wherein the Lord
Most high hath His abode.
4 God in the midst of her doth dwell,
Nothing shall her remove;
The Lord to her a helper will,
And that right early, prove.