Supplies the city of our God ;
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.
2 That sacred stream---- Thy holy
Word-
Supports our faith, our fear controls ;
Sweet peace Thy promises afford,
And give new strength to tainting souls.
3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar :
In sacred peace our souls abide ;
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.