On God supreme our hope depends,

Whose omnipresent sight

Even to the pathless realms extends

Of uncreated night.

Plunged in the abyss of deep distress,

To Him we raised our cry:

His mercy bade our sorrows cease,

And fill’d our tongue with joy.

Though earth her ancient seat forsake,

By pangs convulsive torn;

Though her self-balanced fabric shake,

And ruin’d Nature mourn;

Though hills be in the ocean lost,

With all their trembling load;

No fear shall e’er disturb the just,

Or shake his trust in God.

Nations remote and realms unknown

In vain resist His sway;

For lo! Jehovah’s voice is shown,

And earth shall melt away.

Let war’s devouring surges rise

And swell on every side:

The Lord of Hosts our safeguard is,

And Jacob’s God our guide.