God, the Omnipresent God

God

the om­ni­pre­sent God

Our strength and re­fuge stands

Ready to sup­port our load

And bear us in His hands:

Readiest when we need Him most

When to Him dis­tressed we cry;

All who on His mer­cy trust

Shall find de­li­ver­ance nigh.

Kept by Him

we scorn to fear

In dan­ger’s black­est day

Starting at de­struct­ion near

Though na­ture faint away

Though the stor­my ocean roar

Though the mad­ding bil­lows rise

Rage

and foam

and lash the shore

And min­gle earth and skies.

Let earth’s in­most cen­ter quake

And shat­tered na­ture mourn

Let un­wiel­dy mount­ains shake

And fall by storms up­torn

Fall with all their trem­bling load

Far into the ocean hurled

Lo! We stand se­cure in God

Amidst a ru­ined world.

From the throne of God there springs

A pure and crys­tal stream

Life

and peace

and joy it brings

To His Je­ru­sa­lem:

Rivers of re­fresh­ing grace

Through the sac­red city flow

Watering all the hal­lowed place

Where God re­sides be­low.

God most mer­ci­ful

most high

Doth in His Si­on dwell

Kept by Him their tow­ers de­fy

The strength of earth and hell;

Built on her o’er­sha­dow­ing Rock

Who shall her found­ations move?

Who her great de­fend­er shock—

The Al­migh­ty God of love.

All that on this Rock are stayed

The world as­saults in vain

Ever pre­sent with His aid

He shall His own sus­tain:

Guardian of the chos­en race

Jesus doth His church de­fend

Save them by His time­ly grace

And keep them to the end.

Furiously the hea­then raged

Against His church be­low

Kingdoms all their power en­gaged

Jerusalem t’o’er­throw;

Earth from her found­ation stirred

Yawned to swal­low up her prey

Jesus spoke

she owned His word

And quaked

and fled away.

For His peo­ple in dis­tress

The God of Ja­cob stands

Keeps us

’till our trou­bles cease

In His al­migh­ty hands:

He for us His pow­er hath shown

He doth still our re­fuge prove;

Loves the Lord of hosts His own

And shall for­ev­er love.

Come

be­hold the Al­migh­ty Lord

In robes of ven­geance clad;

By the de­so­lat­ing sword

What ha­voc hath He made!

He hath sent His ar­mies forth

States and king­doms to o’er­throw

Marched in an­ger through the earth

And ra­vaged all below.

Lo! Again in ten­der love

He bids their dis­cords cease

Calms their spir­it from above

And melts them in­to peace;

Breaks the bow and burns the car

Instruments of fa­tal ill

Quells the hor­rid din of war

And bids the world be still.

Sons of men

be still

and know

That I am God alone;

I my sav­ing pow­er will show

And make my good­ness known;

All shall with my will com­ply;

Fear the name to sin­ners giv’n

Bow be­fore the Lord most high

The Lord of earth and Heav’n.

For His peo­ple in dis­tress

The God of Ja­cob stands

Bears us

’till our trou­bles cease

In His al­migh­ty hands:

He for us His pow­er hath shown

He doth still our re­fuge prove

Loves the Lord of hosts His own

And shall for­ev­er love.