Hymns and Tunes 1876 44
Hymn 44
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.
2Lord may the troubled ocean roar ;
In sacred peace our souls abide ;
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.
3There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God ;
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.
4Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour ;
Nor can her firm foundation move,
Built on his truth and armed with power.
- Also sung to
- Miller (Hymns and Tunes 1886 #51)
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The verse
- Meter
- 8.8.9.8
- Foot
- iambic (da-DUM) · 49% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- ABAB
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