1 [Great is the Lord our God, And let his praise be great; He makes his churches his abode, His most delightful seat.
2 These temples of his grace, How beautiful they stand! The honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land.]
3 In Sion God is known A refuge in distress; How bright has his salvation shone Thro' all her palaces!
4 When kings against her join'd, And saw the Lord was there, In wild confusion of the mind They fled with hasty tear.
5 When navies tall and proud Attempt to spoil our peace, He sends his tempests roaring loud, And sinks them in the seas.
6 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold Where his own sheep have been.
7 In every new distress We'll to his house repair. We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there.