God is our ref-uge and our strength,
In straits a pres-ent aid;
There-fore, al-though the earth re-move,
We will not be a-fraid.

Though hills a-midst the seas be cast;
Though wa-ters roar-ing make,
And troub-led be; yea, though the hills
By swell-ing seas do shake.

A riv-er is, whose streams do glad
The ci-ty of our God;
The ho-ly place, where-in the Lord
Most High hath His a-bode.

God in the midst of her doth dwell;
Noth-ing shall her re-move;
The Lord to her a help-er will,
And that right ear-ly, prove.

Be still, and know that I am God;
A-mong the hea-then I
Will be ex-alt-ed; I on earth
Will be ex-alt-ed high.

Our God, who is the Lord of hosts,
Is still up-on our side;
The God of Ja-cob our ref-uge
For-ev-er will a-bide.