Tune: Ward, L.M.
There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy, still gliding thro’,
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 ev’ry nation, ev’ry shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
Isaac Watts/Lowell Mason