There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High.  God is in the midst of her.  She shall not be moved.  God will help her when morning dawns.  The nations rage, the kingdoms totter.  He utters His voice, the earth melts.  The Lord of hosts is with us.  The God of Jacob is our fortress.  Selah  (Psalm 46.4-7)

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