God, Our Hope and Strength Abiding

God

our hope and strength ab­id­ing

Soothes our dread

ex­ceed­ing nigh;

Fear we not the world sub­sid­ing

Roots of mount­ains heav­ing high

Darkly heav­ing

Where in ocean’s heart they lie.

Let them roar

His aw­ful surg­es;

Let them boil—each dark-browed hill

Tremble

where the proud wave urg­es:

Here is yet one qui­et rill;

Her calm wa­ters

Zion’s joy

flow clear and still.

Joy of God’s ab­ode

the sta­tion

Where the Eter­nal fixed His tent:

God is there a strong sal­va­tion;

On her place she tow­ers un­bent.

God will aid her

Ere the stars of morn be spent.

Heathens rage

do­min­ions trem­ble

God spake out

earth melts away:

God is where our hosts as­sem­ble

Jacob’s God

our rock and stay.

Come

be­hold Him

O’er the wide earth wars al­lay.

Come

be­hold God’s work of won­der

Scaring

wast­ing earth be­low;

How He knapped the spear in sun­der

How He broke the war­ri­or’s bow.

Wild war char­iots

Burn be­fore Him

quenched as tow.

Silence—for the Al­migh­ty know Me;

O’er the hea­then throned am I

Throned where earth must crouch be­low Me—

Lord of Hosts

we know Thee nigh:

God of Ja­cob

Thou art still our rock on high.