In Domino confido

Verse 1

In God the Lord I put my trust, why say ye to my soul, Unto the mountains swiftly fly as doth the wing-ed fowl?

Verse 2

Behold, the wick-ed bend their bows, their arrows they prepare, To shoot in secret at those, who sincere and upright are.

Verse 3

Of worldly hope all stays were shrunk, and clearly brought to naught: Alas! the just and upright man, what evil hath he wrought?

Verse 4

But he that in his temple is most holy and most high, And in the highest heav'ns doth sit in royal majesty,

Verse 5

The poor and simple man's estate considers in his mind, And searcheth out full narrowly the manners of mankind;

Verse 6

And with a cheerful countenance the righteous man will use, But in his heart he doth abhor all such as mischief muse;

Verse 7

And on the sinners casteth snares as thick as hail or rain, Brimstone and fire, and whirlwinds great, appointed for their pain.

Verse 8

Ye see then how a righteous God doth righteousness embrace, And unto just and upright men shows forth his pleasant face.