Psalm 48 (Version 1, Part 1)

[Great is the Lord our God,

And let his praise be great;

He makes his churches his abode,

His most delightful seat.

These temples of his grace,

How beautiful they stand!

The honours of our native place,

And bulwarks of our land.]

In Sion God is known

A refuge in distress;

How bright has his salvation shone

Thro' all her palaces!

When kings against her join'd,

And saw the Lord was there,

In wild confusion of the mind

They fled with hasty tear.

When navies tall and proud

Attempt to spoil our peace,

He sends his tempests roaring loud,

And sinks them in the seas.

Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen,

How well our God secures the fold

Where his own sheep have been.

In every new distress

We'll to his house repair.

We'll think upon his wondrous grace,

And seek deliverance there.