WARD. L. M.

173. L. M.

e q

1. God is the ref-uge of his saints When storms of sharp distress in vade; d

d

dd dd. o-C

1 d.

F8

B

1. GOD is the refuge of His saints

When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold Him present with His aid.

2. Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there, Convulsions shake the solid world

Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3. Loud may the troubled ocean roar;
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.

L. MASON.