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God is our refuge and our strength, In heavy sorrows He is our help, Whenever the soul might raise itself, To Him go prayer and groan
Let the mountains be shaken with fear, Let the greedy abyss devour them, And the world pass away into heaps of dust, I have not the slightest dread. Let the sea be stirred up to storm, And let fearsome winds begin to roar; Calamities of ruin and grief Will not