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, lest 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 every grace Proclaim their hearts sincere.
5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saint; The God of Israel will support His children lest they faint.
6 But if our slavish fear Will chuse the road to hell, We must expect our portion there Where bolder sinners dwell.