Monday, June 20, 2011
God the Refuge and Portion of His People
Here's another treasure from my old hymnal. Enjoy!
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 cit of our God;
Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.
That sacred stream, thine Holy Word,
Supports our faith, 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 foundation move,
Built on His truth, and armed with power.