1 On God supreme our Hope depends,
Whose omnipresent Sight
Even to the pathless Realms extends
Of uncreated Night.
2 Plung'd in the Abyss of deep Distress
To him we rais'd our Cry:
His Mercy bad our Sorrows cease
And fil'd our Tongue with Joy.
3 Tho' Earth her ancient Seat forsake,
By Pangs confulsive torn,
Tho' her self ballanc'd Fabrick shake
And ruin'd Nature mourn:
4 Tho' Hills be in the Ocean lost
With all their trembling Lord,
No Fear shall e'er disturb the Just,
Or shake his Trust in God.
5 Nations remote and Realms unknown
In vain resist his Sway;
For lo! Jehovah's Voice is shewn
And Earth shall melt away.
6 Let War's devouring Surges rise
And swell on every side;
The Lord of Hosts our Safeguard is,
And Jacob's God our Guide.
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