Unshaken as the sacred hills, And fixed as mountains stand;
Firm as the rock the soul shall rest, That trusts the Almighty hand.
Firm as the rock the soul shall rest, That trusts the Almighty hand.
Not walls nor hills could guard so well, Fair Salem’s happy ground,
As those eternal arms of love, That every saint surround.
Do good, O Lord, do good to those, Who cleave to Thee in heart,
Who on thy truth alone repose, Nor from Thy law depart.