I in the Lord do put my trust

Verse 1

I in the Lord do put my trust; how is it then that ye Say to my soul, Flee, as a bird, unto your mountain high?

Verse 2

For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, their shafts on string they fit, That those who upright are in heart they privily may hit.

Verse 3

If the foundations be destroyed, what hath the righteous done?

Verse 4

God in his holy temple is, in heaven is his throne: His eyes do see, his eyelids try

Verse 5

men's sons. The just he proves: But his soul hates the wicked man, and him that vi'lence loves.

Verse 6

Snares, fire and brimstone, furious storms, on sinners he shall rain: This, as the portion of their cup, doth unto them pertain.

Verse 7

Because the Lord most righteous doth in righteousness delight; And with a pleasant countenance beholdeth the upright.