1 God is our refuge in distress,

a present help when dangers press;

In him undaunted we'll confide:

2,3 Though earth were from her center tossed,

and mountains in the ocean lost,

Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide.

4 A gentler stream with gladness still

the city of our Lord shall fill,

The royal seat of God most high:

5 God dwells in Zion, whose fair tow'rs

shall mock th' assaults of earthly pow'rs,

While his almighty aid is nigh.

6 In tumults when the heathen raged,

and kingdoms war against us waged,

He thundered, and dispersed their pow'rs:

7 The Lord of hosts conducts our arms,

our tow'r of refuge in alarms,

Our fathers' guardian God and ours.

8 Come see the wonders he hath wrought,

on earth what desolation brought;

How he has calmed the jarring world:

9 He broke the warlike spear and bow;

with them the thund'ring chariots too

Into devouring flames were hurled.

10 Submit to God's almighty sway,

for him the heathen shall obey,

And earth her sov'reign Lord confess:

11 The God of hosts conducts our arms,

our tow'r of refuge in alarms,

As to our fathers in distress.