There is a stream, whose gentle flow...

There is a stream, whose gentle flow

Supplies the city of our God;

Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,

And wat’ring our Divine abode.

That sacred stream, Thy holy Word,

Supports our faith, our fears controls;

Sweet peace Thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls.

Loud may the troubled ocean roar:

In sacred peace our souls abide;

While every nation, ev’ry shore.

Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

-Isaac Watts