A Paraphrase on Psalm 46

BE Thou, O LORD, my Refuge in Distress,
My Stay in Trouble, and Support in Pain:
So shall Adversity's Assaults be less,
And hostile Arrows spend their Force in vain.

What tho' the Earth from her Foundations rise,
The Hills upturn'd be cast into the Sea:
And Mountains shake to hear the Tempest's Voice,
Unmov'd I stand—my Trust I place in Thee.

Tho' Ocean rage, and foaming Billows roar,
Secure, O Lord, thy great Tribunal's plac'd;
For, at thy Nod, the Billows swell no more,
The Earth is firm, the Mountains are at rest.

Terror, avaunt!—Danger is far from hence,
A guiltless Conscience forms it's own Reward;
The mighty Lord of Hosts is my Defence,
The God of Jacob my Retreat and Guard.

Come, and behold the Wonders of his Hand,
Lo! now Destruction reigns, and Battle's Ire—
Now the War's husht—Spears break at his Command,
And Chariots crackle in consuming Fire.

Then free, my Soul, from Terror and Suspence,
Await with Patience the divine Award;
The mighty Lord of Hosts is thy Defence,
The God of Jacob thy Retreat and Guard.