Ps. 11
Tune: Terra Beata SMD "This is my Father's world"
| 1. | 1 My trust is in the LORD; How can you say to me, "Now like a bird from peril haste And to your mountain flee! |
| 2. | 2 "The wicked bend the bow With arrow fixed for flight, And stealthily in darkness go The true in heart to smite. |
| 3. | 3 "Foundations are destroyed! What can the righteous try?" 4 The LORD is in His holy place; The LORD's throne is on high. |
| 4. | His eyes will surely see, His eyelids try men's sons. 5 The LORD tries just and wicked men; His soul hates cruel ones. |
| 5. | 6 Upon all wicked men He'll rain entangling snares. Brimstone and fire and burning wind He for their cup prepares. |
| 6. | 7 For righteous is the LORD, And He loves righteousness; And every one who upright is Will see His gracious face. |
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