God loves the Righteous, and hates the Wicked

Verse 1

My refuge is the God of love: My foes insult and cry, Fly like a timorous, trembling dove, Fly like a timorous, trembling dove, Fly like a timorous, trembling dove, To distant mountains fly, Since I have placed my trust in God, A refuge always nigh, Why should I like a timorous bird, To distant mountains fly.