3 Though waters roaring make,And troubled be; yea, though the hills,by swelling seas do shake.
4 A river is, whose streams do gladthe city of our God;The holy place, wherein the Lordmost high hath his abode.
5 God in the midst of her doth dwell;nothing shall her remove:The Lord to her an helper will,and that right early, prove.
6 The heathen rag'd tumultuously,the kingdoms moved were:The Lord God uttered his voice,the earth did melt for fear.
7 The Lord of hosts upon our sidedoth constantly remain:The God of Jacob's our refuge,us safely to maintain.
8 Come, and behold what wondrous workshave by the Lord been wrought;Come, see what desolationshe on the earth hath brought.
9 Unto the ends of all the earthwars into peace he turns:The bow he breaks, the spear he cuts,in fire the chariot burns.