God is our refuge and our strength, in straits a present aid;
Therefore, although the earth remove, we will not be afraid:
Though hills amidst the seas be cast; Though waters roaring make,
And troubled be; yea, though the hills, by swelling seas do shake.
A river is, whose streams do glad the city of our God;
The holy place, wherein the Lord most high hath his abode.
God in the midst of her doth dwell; nothing shall her remove:
The Lord to her an helper will, and that right early, prove.