The floods, O Lord, have lifted up, they lifted up their voice; The floods have lifted up their waves, and made a mighty noise.
Let heav'ns be glad before the Lord, and let the earth rejoice; Let seas, and all that is therein, cry out, and make a noise.
Floods of ill men affrighted me, death's pangs about me went;
Though waters roaring make, And troubled be; yea, though the hills, by swelling seas do shake.
A river is, whose streams do glad the city of our God; The holy place, wherein the Lord most high hath his abode.