Tune: Engelberg
(\'All praise to thee, for thou, O King divine\')
Psalm 11
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In the LORD put I my trust, how say you
To my soul, Flee as a bird to mount, do?
For the wicked bend their bows for arrows
And evil their mind knows
They ready to shoot at upright in heart
To trouble them, persecute from the start
If the foundations be destroyed, what can
The righteous do, each man?
The LORD is in His holy temple, see
The LORD\'s throne is in heaven, so it be
His eyes behold, His eyelids test men here
They all to Him appear
The LORD tests the righteous but the wicked
And the violent the LORD, He hates instead
Upon them He shall rain snares, fire, brimstone
Judgements from Him are known
It shall be an horrible tempest sure
Unto them, this their portion, turmoils sore
The righteous LORD He loves true righteousness
The upright He shall bless