1 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?

2 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.

3 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."