God is our shelter, our strength,
ever ready to help in time of trouble,
so we shall not be afraid when the earth gives way,
when the mountains tumble into the depths of the sea,
and its waters roar and seethe,
the mountains tottering as it heaves.
Yahweh Sabaoth is on our side,
our citadel, the God of Jacob!
There is a river whose streams refresh the city of God,
and it sanctifies the dwelling of the Most High.
God is inside the city, she can never fall,
at crack of dawn God helps her;
to the roaring of nations and tottering of kingdoms,
when He shouts, the world disintegrates.
Yahweh Sabaoth is on our side,
our citadel, the God of Jacob!
Come, think of Yahweh's marvels,
the astounding things He has done in the world;
all over the world He puts an end to wars,
He breaks the bow, He snaps the spear,
He gives shields to the flames.
'Be still and know that I am God,
exalted among the nations, exalted over the earth! '
Yahweh Sabaoth is on our side,
our citadel, the God of Jacob!
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