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Since I have placed my trust in God,
a refuge always nigh,
Why should I, like a tim'rous bird,
to distant mountains fly ?
Behold, the wicked bend their bow,
and ready fix their dart;
Lurking in ambush to destroy
the man of uptight heart.
When once the firm assurance fails
which public faith imparts,
'Tis time for innocence to fly
from such deceitful arts.
The Lord hath both a temple here,
and righteous throne above;
Whence he surveys the sons of men,
and how their counsels move.
If God the righteous, whom he loves,
for trial does correct;
What must the sons of violence,
whom he abhors, expect?
Snares, fire, and brimstone on their heads
shall in one tempest show'r;
This dreadful mixture his revenge
into their cup shall pour.
The righteous Lord will righteous deeds
With signal favor grace;
And to the upright man disclose
the brightness of his face.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 11;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1821 | # 11 |
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