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!

Verse 2
Loud may the troubled ocean roar;
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

Verse 3
That sacred stream, Thy vital word,
Thus all our raging fear controls;
Sweet peace Thy promises afford;
And give new strength to fainting souls.