PX | The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithully translated into English metre#PXI | PXII |
1 I in JEHOVAH place my trust:
why therefore say do ye
To my poor soul, "like frighted birds
"to your high mountain flee."
2 For lo, the wicked bend their bows,
and on the string prepare,
Their arrows in the dark to shoot
at those who upright are.
3 But if the great foundations of
our state they overthrow;
[Which are thy sacred laws and truths;]
what shall the righteous do?
4 JEHOVAH's in his holy place,
and in the heav'ns on high
JEHOVAH's throne: his eyes observe,
men's sons his eye-lids try.
5 The men who truly righteous are
JEHOVAH does approve:
His soul the wicked hates, and them
who violence do love.
6 Snares, fire and brimstone, dreadful storms,
on sinners He will rain:
This is the portion of the cup
He does for them ordain.
7 Because the LORD, who righteous is,
all right'ousness does love;
His countenance the upright one,
beholding does approve.
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First Line: | I in JEHOVAH place my trust |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1758 |
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