GOD, our Hope and Strength abiding,
By A Collection of Hymns

      8 7, 8 7, 4 7.
      1 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.

      2 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.

      3 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.

      4 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.

      5 Come, behold God's work of wonder,
      Scaring, wasting earth below;
      How he snapped the spear in sunder,
      How he brake the warrior's bow.
      Wild war chariots
      Burn before him, quenched as tow.

      6 "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.