Psalm 46 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. A Song for Alamoth. Our God is our refuge and power indeed,
a present and sure help in moments of need. For we will not fear though earth shakes violently; though mountains slip into the heart of the sea; though seas rage and surge, churning foam with their tide; though mountaintops quake at the waters' swelled pride. [Interlude] The joy in God's city — a river provides, the holy place wherein the Most High resides. God dwells in that city, it can't be undone: he'll help her before the first rays of the sun. The nations rage on and their kingdoms decay; God thunders his voice and the earth melts away. The LORD of the heavenly armies is here; our refuge, the LORD God of Jacob, is near. [Interlude] Come, see and behold the LORD's works of his hands, who brings desolation throughout all the lands. He causes the wars through the earth to expire; breaks bows and snaps spears, and he burns shields with fire. Be still, know I'm God! You will honor my worth! I will be exalted by all on the earth! The LORD of the heavenly armies is here; our refuge, the LORD God of Jacob, is near. [Interlude]
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