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  God gives us strength, and keeps us sound—

    A present help when dangers call;

  Then fear not we, let quake the ground,

    And into seas let mountains fall;

    Yea so let seas withal

  In watery hills arise,

    As may the earthly hills appal

  With dread and dashing cries.

  For lo, a river, streaming joy,

    With purling murmur safely slides,

  That city washing from annoy,

    In holy shrine where God resides.

    God in her centre bides:

  What can this city shake?

    God early aids and ever guides:

  Who can this city take?

  When nations go against her bent,

    And kings with siege her walls enround;

  The void of air his voice doth rent,

    Earth fails their feet with melting ground.

    To strength and keep us sound,

  The God of armies arms;

    Our rock on Jacob's God we found,

  Above the reach of harms.

  O come with me, O come, and view

    The trophies of Jehovah's hand!

  What wrecks from him our foes pursue!

    How clearly he hath purged our land!

    By him wars silent stand:

  He brake the archer's bow,

    Made chariot's wheel a fiery brand,

  And spear to shivers go.

  Be still, saith he; know, God am I;

    Know I will be with conquest crowned

  Above all nations—raiséd high,

    High raised above this earthly round.

    To strength and keep us sound,

  The God of armies arms;

    Our rock on Jacob's God we found,

  Above the reach of harms.