Though the Flood May Rise

I will call upon the Lord, He is worthy to be praised:
My rock, my salvation and my refuge
Though the flood may keep on rising and the sun refuse to shine
His faithfulness will never change
In my distress I cried, «How long, O Lord, how long?»
Then He bowed the heavens and came down
Swiftly on the wings of the wind, of the wind
For who is God but God?
And who is rock except the Lord?
And He is a shield for all who would take refuge in His steadfast love
In His love