1 Since I have plac'd my trust in God,
A refuge always nigh,
Why should I, like a tim'rous bird,
to distant mountains fly?
2 Behold, the wicked bend their bow,
And ready fix their dart,
Lurking in ambush to destroy
The man of upright heart.
3 When once the firm assurance fails
Which public faith imparts,
'Tis time for innocence to fly
From such deceitful arts.
4 The Lord hath both a temple here
And righteous throne above
Whence he surveys the sons of men
And how their councils move.
5 If God, the righteous, whom he loves,
For trial does correct;
What must the sons of violence,
Whom he abhors, expect?
6 Snares, fire, and brimstone, on their heads,
Shall in one tempest show'r;
This dreadful mixture his revenge
Into their cup shall pour.
7 The righteous Lord will righteous deeds
With signal favor grace;
And to the upright man disclose
The brightness of his face.
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First Line: | Since I have plac'd my trust in God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
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