Psalm 11 T.S.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 In God the Lord I put my trust; why say ye to my soul, Unto the mountain swiftly fly, as doth the wing-ed fowl?
2 Behold, the wick-ed bend their bows their arrows they prepare, To shoot in secret at those, who sincere and upright are.
3 Of worldly hope all stays were shrunk, and clearly brought to naught: Alas! The just and upright man, what evil hath he wrought?
4 But he that in his temple is most holy and most high, And in the highest heav'ns doth sit in royal majesty,
5 The poor and simple man's estate considers in his mind, And searcheth out full narrowly the manners of mankind;
6 And with a cheerful countenance the righteous man will use, But in his heart he doth abhor all such as mischief muse.
7 And on the sinners casteth snares as thick as hail or rain: Brimstone and fire, and whirlwinds great, appointed for their pain.
8 Ye see then how a righteous God doth righteousness embrace, And unto just and upright men shows forth his pleasant face.