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To the chief Musician, for the sons of Korah, A Song upon Alomoth.
1 God is our refuge and our strength, in straits a present aid; 2 Therefore, although the earth remove, we will not be afraid:
Though hills amidst the seas be cast; 3 Though waters roaring make, And troubled be; yea, though the hills, by swelling seas do shake.
4 A river is, whose streams do glad the city of our God; The holy place, wherein the Lord most high hath his abode.
5 God in the midst of her doth dwell; nothing shall her remove: The Lord to her an helper will, and that right early, prove.
6 The heathen rag’d tumultuously, the kingdoms moved were: The Lord God uttered his voice, the earth did melt for fear.
7 The Lord of hosts upon our side doth constantly remain: The God of Jacob’s our refuge, us safely to maintain.
8 Come, and behold what wondrous works have by the Lord been wrought; Come, see what desolations he on the earth hath brought.
9 Unto the ends of all the earth wars into peace he turns: The bow he breaks, the spear he cuts, in fire the chariot burns.
10 Be still, and know that I am God; among the heathen I Will be exalted; I on earth will be exalted high.
11 Our God, who is the Lord of hosts, is still upon our side; The God of Jacob our refuge for ever will abide.