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]