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God, our Hope and Strength abiding,
Soothes our dread, exceeding nigh:
Fear we not the world subsiding,
Roots of mountains heaving high,
|:Darkly heaving:|
Where in ocean's heart they lie.
Let them roar, his awful surges, -
Let them boil - each dark-browed hill
Tremble, where the proud wave urges;
Here is yet one quiet rill;
|:Her calm waters,:|
Zion's joy, flow clear and still.
Joy of God's abode, the station
Where the Eternal fixed his tent: -
God is there, a strong salvation,
On her place she towers unbent.
|:God will aid her:|
Ere the stars of morn be spent.
Heathens rage, dominions tremble,
God spake out, earth melts away:
God is where our hosts assemble,
Jacob's God, our rock, and stay.
|:Come, behold him:|
O'er the wide earth wars allay.
Come, behold God's work of wonder,
Scaring, wasting earth below;
How he snapped the spear in sunder,
How he brake the warrior's bow.
|:Wild war chariots:|
Burn before him, quenched as tow.
"Silence - for the Almighty know me;
O'er the heathen throned am I,
Throned where earth must crouch below me." -
Lord of hosts, we know thee nigh:
|:God of Jacob:|
Thou art still our rock on high.
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1889 | # 570 | | 1869 | # 30 |
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