(FE 423)
Kemble’s Psl 46 t.H.C 342. L.M
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!
2. Loud may the troubled ocean roar
In sacred peace our souls abide
While every nation, every shore
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
3. This sacred stream, Thy vital word
Thus all our raging fear controls
Sweet peace Thy promises afford
And give new strength to fainting souls. Amin