Christ in Song 583
God, Our Refuge
Words: Isaac WattsMusic: Lowell Mason
1God is the refuge of His saints, When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold Him present with His aid.
2Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear.
3Loud may the troubled ocean roar; In sacred peace our souls abide; While every nation, every shore, Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
- Words
- Isaac Watts
- Music
- Lowell Mason
- Also sung to
- Miller (Hymns and Tunes 1886 #51)
- Scripture
- Psalm 46:1-3; Psalm 91:1-2
The verse
- Meter
- 33
- Foot
- iambic (da-DUM) · 37% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- A
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Verse 1
God is the refuge of His saints, When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold Him present with His aid./˘˘/˘˘˘///˘/˘////˘˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘/˘˘˘/33A
Verse 2
Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear.//˘˘˘/˘//˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘//˘/˘/˘/˘/33A
Verse 3
Loud may the troubled ocean roar; In sacred peace our souls abide; While every nation, every shore, Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide./˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘//˘/˘///˘˘/˘/˘˘//˘˘/˘/˘/35A
Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.