61.  Our Refuge

1
God is the refuge of his saints
When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

2
There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God
With peace, and joy and blessing now,
E’en in our narrow trial road.

3
That sacred stream, thy holy Word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.