Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Since I have placed 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 uptight 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 counsels 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.