Confidence in the Presence of God Lyrics

Psalm 11

And the Lord put I my trust

How say ye to my soul

Flee as a bird to your mountain

For lo, the wicked bend their bow

They make ready their arrow upon the string

That they may privily shoot at the upright in heart

If the foundations be destroyed

What can the righteous do

The Lord is in His holy temple

The Lord's throne is in heaven

His eyes behold

His eyelids try the children of men

The Lord trieth the righteous

But the wicked in Him that loveth violence

His soul hateth

Upon the wicked He shall rain snares

Fire and brimstone

And an horrible tempest

This shall be the portion of their cup

For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness

His countenance doth behold the upright