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
Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep and buried there
Convulsions shake the solid world
Our faith shall never yield to fear
Loud may the troubled ocean roar
In sacred peace our souls abide
While every nation every shore
Trembles and dreads the swelling tide
There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God
Life love and joy still gliding through
And watering our divine abode
That sacred stream Thy holy Word
Our grief allays our fear controls
Sweet peace Thy promises afford
And give new strength to fainting souls
Zion enjoys her Monarch's love
Secure against a threatening hour
Nor can her firm foundations move
Built on His truth and armed with power
Backwoods Holler - Psalm 46 Lyrics
Backwoods Holler - Psalm 46 Lyrics
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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
Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep and buried there
Convulsions shake the solid world
Our faith shall never yield to fear
Loud may the troubled ocean roar
In sacred peace our souls abide
While every nation every shore
Trembles and dreads the swelling tide
There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God
Life love and joy still gliding through
And watering our divine abode
That sacred stream Thy holy Word
Our grief allays our fear controls
Sweet peace Thy promises afford
And give new strength to fainting souls
Zion enjoys her Monarch's love
Secure against a threatening hour
Nor can her firm foundations move
Built on His truth and armed with power
When storms of sharp distress invade
Ere we can offer our complaints
Behold Him present with His aid
Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep and buried there
Convulsions shake the solid world
Our faith shall never yield to fear
Loud may the troubled ocean roar
In sacred peace our souls abide
While every nation every shore
Trembles and dreads the swelling tide
There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God
Life love and joy still gliding through
And watering our divine abode
That sacred stream Thy holy Word
Our grief allays our fear controls
Sweet peace Thy promises afford
And give new strength to fainting souls
Zion enjoys her Monarch's love
Secure against a threatening hour
Nor can her firm foundations move
Built on His truth and armed with power
Writer: Almighty God, King David, Isaac Watts
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Backwoods Holler
Language: English
Length: 1:38
Written by: Almighty God, King David, Isaac Watts