Richard Garbett - God is our refuge in distress - текст песни (слова)

God is our refuge in distress,
 A present help when dangers press.
 In him undaunted we'll confide,
 Though earth were from her centre tossed,
 And mountains in the ocean lost,
 Torn piecemeal by the roaring tide.
 
 A gentler stream with gladness still
 The city of our God shall fill,
 The royal seat of God most high.
 God dwells in Sion, whose fair tow'rs
 Shall mock th'assaults of earthly pow'rs
 While his almighty aid is nigh.
 
 In tumults when the heathen raged,
 And kingdoms war against us waged,
 He thundered, and dispersed their pow'rs.
 The Lord of Hosts conducts our arms,
 Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,
 Our fathers' guardian God, and ours.
 
 Submit to God's almighty sway,
 For him the heathen shall obey,
 And earth her sov'reign Lord confess:
 The God of Hosts conducts our arms,
 Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,
 As to our fathers in distress.