PSALM 11. IN DOMINO CONFIDO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE

Since I do trust Jehova still,
Your fearful words why do you spill
That like a bird to some strong hill
I now should fall a-flying?

Behold the evil have bent their bow
And set their arrows in a row
To give unwares a mortal blow
To hearts that hate all lying.

But that in building they begun
With ground plot's fall shall be undone,
For what, alas, have just men done?
In them no cause is growing.

God in His holy temple is,
The throne of heav'n is only His;
Naught His all-seeing sight can miss,
His eyelids peise our going.

The Lord doth search the just man's reins,
But hates, abhors the wicked brains;
On them storms, brimstone, coals He rains,
That is their share assigned.
But so of happy other side
His lovely face on them doth bide
In race of life their feet to guide
Who be to God inclined.

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