1 Firm and unmov'd are they
That rest their souls on GOD;
Firm as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.

2 As mountains stood to guard
The city's sacred ground,
So GOD, and his almighty love
Embrace his saints around.

3 What tho' the father's rod
Drop a chastising stroke,
Yet, least it wound their souls too deep,
Its fury shall be broke.

4 Deal gently, LORD, with those
Whose faith and pious fear,
Whose hope, and love, and ev'ry grace,
Proclaim their hearts sincere.

5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage
Too long oppress the saint;
The GOD of Isr'el will support
His children least they faint.

6 But if our slavish fear
Will choose the road to hell,
We must expect our portion there,
Where bolder sinners dwell.