When trou­bles, like a whelm­ing sea,
Their waves tu­mul­tu­ous roll,
To God our Sav­ior let us flee,
He will their rage con­trol:
Why should our hearts give way to fear,
With Christ, our re­fuge, ev­er near?

In vain against Thy chos­en band
Shall im­pi­ous na­tions join;
Upheld by Thee Thy Church shall stand,
Though earth with hell com­bine:
No foes, no dan­ger, shall she fear,
For Christ, her re­fuge, still is near.

While guilt des­pairs in fran­tic tones,
The faith­ful shall re­joice,
And midst ex­pir­ing na­ture’s groans
Shall hear a Sav­ior’s voice:
My peo­ple, cast away your fear:
Behold, your re­fuge still is near.