When Troubles, Like a Whelming Sea

When trou­bles

like a whelm­ing sea

Their waves tu­mul­tu­ous roll

To God our Sav­ior let us flee

He will their rage con­trol:

Why should our hearts give way to fear

With Christ

our re­fuge

ev­er near?

In vain against Thy chos­en band

Shall im­pi­ous na­tions join;

Upheld by Thee Thy Church shall stand

Though earth with hell com­bine:

No foes

no dan­ger

shall she fear

For Christ

her re­fuge

still is near.

While guilt des­pairs in fran­tic tones

The faith­ful shall re­joice

And midst ex­pir­ing na­ture’s groans

Shall hear a Sav­ior’s voice:

My peo­ple

cast away your fear:

Behold

your re­fuge still is near.