Classic Poem

God is our refuge, our strong tow'r,
Securing by His mighty pow'r,
When dangers threaten to devour.

Thus arm'd no fears shall chill our blood,
Though earth no longer steadfast stood,
And shook her hills into the flood.

Although the troubled ocean rise
In foaming billows to the skies,
And mountains shake with horrid noise.

Clear streams purl from a crystal spring,
Which gladness to God's city bring,
The mansion of th' Eternal King;
He in her centre takes His place,
What foe can her fair tow'rs deface,
Protected by His early grace?

Tumultuary nations rose,
And armed troops our walls enclose,
But His fear'd Voice unnerv'd our foes.

The Lord of Hosts is on our side,
The God by Jacob magnified,
Our Strength, on Whom we have relied.

Come, see the wonders He hath wrought;
Who hath to desolation brought
Those kingdoms which our ruin sought.

He makes destructive war surcease,
The earth, deflower'd of her increase,
Restores with universal peace.

He breaks their bows, unarms their quivers,
The bloody spear in pieces shivers,
Their chariots to the flame delivers.

Forbear, and know that I the Lord
Will by all nations be ador'd,
Prais'd with unanimous accord.

The Lord of Hosts is on our side,
The God by Jacob magnified,
Our Strength on Whom we have relied.