¹God is our refuge and our strength,

in straits a present aid;

²Therefore, although the earth remove,

we will not be afraid:

Though hills amidst the seas be cast;

³Though waters roaring make,

And troubled be; yea, though the hills,

by swelling seas do shake.

⁴A river is, whose streams do glad

the city of our God;

The holy place, wherein the Lord

most high hath his abode.

⁵God in the midst of her doth dwell;

nothing shall her remove:

The Lord to her an helper will,

and that right early, prove.

⁶The heathen rag’d tumultuously,

the kingdoms moved were:

The Lord God uttered his voice,

the earth did melt for fear.

⁷The Lord of hosts upon our side

doth constantly remain:

The God of Jacob’s our refuge,

us safely to maintain.

⁸Come, and behold what wondrous works

have by the Lord been wrought;

Come, see what desolations

he on the earth hath brought.

⁹Unto the ends of all the earth

wars into peace he turns:

The bow he breaks, the spear he cuts,

in fire the chariot burns.

¹⁰Be still, and know that I am God;

among the heathen I

Will be exalted; I on earth

will be exalted high.

¹¹Our God, who is the Lord of hosts,

is still upon our side;

The God of Jacob our refuge

for ever will abide.