THE CHILDREN'S BIBLE
Though its waters roar and foam, Though mountains quake at its uproar. The Lord of hosts is with us, The God of Jacob is our refuge.
As the brooks refresh the city of God, So the Most High makes holy his abiding-place; God is in her midst, she cannot be moved, God will help her at the turn of the morn.
Nations were in tumult, kingdoms fell, He uttered his voice, the earth melted. The Lord of hosts is with us, The God of Jacob is our refuge.
Come, see the mighty works of the Lord, Who makes wars cease to the end of the earth. He snaps the bow, and breaks the spear, And burns up the chariots with fire. "Be still, and know that I am God, Exalted over the nations, exalted on earth." The Lord of hosts is with us, The God of Jacob is our refuge.
THE JOY OF WORSHIPPING GOD
Oh come, let us sing to the Lord,
Let us shout to the Rock who saves us,
Let us come before him with thanksgiving,
Let us sing to him joyful songs;
For the Lord is indeed a great God,
A great King above all gods,
In whose hand are the depths of the earth,
The heights of the mountains are his,
The sea is his, for he made it,
And his hands prepared the dry land.
Oh come, let us worship and bow down, Let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker;