Author: Lyrics by the Holy Bible, KJV
Lyrics: In 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 heav'n:
His eyes behold,
His eyelids try,
The children of men.
The LORD trieth the righteous:
But the wicked
And him that loveth violence
His soul hateth
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
Doth behold the upright.
In the LORD put I my trust:
