To the chief Musician, for the sons of Korah, A Song upon Alomoth.

8,6,8,6

^1God is our refuge and our strength,

in straits a present aid;

^2Therefore, although the earth remove,

we will not be afraid:

Though hills amidst the seas be cast;

^3Though waters roaring make,

And troubled be; yea, though the hills,

by swelling seas do shake.

^4A river is, whose streams do glad

the city of our God;

The holy place, wherein the Lord

most high hath his abode.

^5God in the midst of her doth dwell;

nothing shall her remove:

The Lord to her an helper will,

and that right early, prove.

^6The heathen rag'd tumultuously,

the kingdoms moved were:

The Lord God uttered his voice,

the earth did melt for fear.

^7The Lord of hosts upon our side

doth constantly remain:

The God of Jacob's our refuge,

us safely to maintain.

^8Come, and behold what wondrous works

have by the Lord been wrought;

Come, see what desolations

he on the earth hath brought.

^9Unto the ends of all the earth

wars into peace he turns:

The bow he breaks, the spear he cuts,

in fire the chariot burns.

^10Be still, and know that I am God;

among the heathen I

Will be exalted; I on earth

will be exalted high.

^11Our God, who is the Lord of hosts,

is still upon our side;

The God of Jacob our refuge

for ever will abide.