XLVI.
1
God is our refuge and our strength,
A verie present ayde
2
In trouble. Thence thogh from its place
Earth should be quite convey'd;
3
Midst seas though hills wer hurld; thogh floods
Should roare, and rage, and shake
The mountains with their swelling might,
No feare need wee to take.
4
A river is whose streams make glad
The citie of our God,
The sanctuarie of the Most High,
The place of his aboade.
5
God doth in midst of her remaine,
Shee never mov'd shall bee.
God shall her opportunelie ayde,
In her necessitie.
6
The nations made a noise, sore mov'd
The kingdoms did appeare.
The Lord did giue his voyce, the earth
Did melt, dismay'd with feare.
7
On our syde is the Lord of Hosts,
Our strength is Jacob's God.
8
Come, view his workes, what solitude
Hee maks on earth abrode.
9
To earth's far ends Hee wars maks cease,
And breaks the archer's bow.
The spear hee cutts, and in the flams
The chariot wheels doth throw.
10
Let men be still and stoup. Let all
Know I am God, am Hee,
Amongst the heathen nations,
Who will exalted be.
11
Throughout earth's kingdoms all will I
Exalted be abrode.
On our side is the Lord of Hosts;
Our strength is Jacob's God.
