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O God our strength and refuge proves, In all distress a present aid;
Tho' the trembling earth remove, We will never be dismayed.
Kingdoms moved the heathen raged, And the earth melted at His word;
The Lord of Hosts for us engaged, Our refuge high is Jacob's God.

A river flows, whose living streams Gladden the city of our God,
Tents where heavenly glory beams; Where the Lord has His abode.
God has Zion His dwelling made; She shall never more be moved;
Her God shall early give His aid, He her help has ever proved.

Come, see the works of God displayed, Wonders of His mighty hand;
Desolations He has made, Ruins spread thru all the land.
Be still, know I am God Most High, O'er the heathen I will reign.
The Lord of Hosts to us is nigh, Jacob's God our help remains.