In all distress a present aid,
And, though the trembling earth remove,
We will not fear nor be dismayed.
Our trust in God shall still abide
Though hills be shaken from their seat,
And though the ocean’s swelling tide
Against the trembling mountains beat.
A river flows, whose living streams
Make glad the city of our God,
The holy place where glory beams,
Where God Most High has His abode.
1912 The Psalter
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