Psalm 46

God is our Refuge, our strong Tower;
Securing by his mightie Power,
When Dangers threaten to devoure.

Thus arm'd, no feares shall chill our blood;
Though Earth no longer stedfast stood,
And shooke her Hills into to the flood.

Although the troubled Ocean rise
In foaming billowes to the Skies;
And Mountaines shake with horrid noise.

Cleare streames purle from a Crystall Spring,
Which gladnesse to Gods City bring,
The Mansion of th'eternall King.

He in her Centre takes his place:
What Foe can her faire Towers deface,
Protected by his early Grace?

Tumultuary Nations rose,
And armed Troops our walls inclose;
But his fear'd Voice unnerv'd our Foes.

The Lord of Hosts is on our side;
The God by Jacob magnifi'd;
Our Strength, on whom we have reli'd.

Come, see the wonders he hath wrought;
Who hath to desolation brought
Those Kingdomes, which our ruine sought.

He makes destructive Warre surcease;
The Earth, deflowr'd of her Increase,
Restores with universall Peace.

He breaks their Bowes, unarmes their Quivers,
The bloody Speare in pieces shivers,
Their Chariots to the Flame delivers.

Forbeare, and know that I the Lord
Will by all Nations be ador'd;
Prais'd with unanimous accord.

The Lord of Hosts is on our side;
The God by Jacob magnifi'd;
Our Strength, on whom we have reli'd.