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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?
Behold, the wick-ed bend their bows
their arrows they prepare,
To shoot in secret at those, who
sincere and upright are.
Of worldly hope all stays were shrunk,
and clearly brought to naught:
Alas! The just and upright man,
what evil hath he wrought?
But he that in his temple is
most holy and most high,
And in the highest heav'ns doth sit
in royal majesty,
The poor and simple man's estate
considers in his mind,
And searcheth out full narrowly
the manners of mankind;
And with a cheerful countenance
the righteous man will use,
But in his heart he doth abhor
all such as mischief muse.
And on the sinners casteth snares
as thick as hail or rain:
Brimstone and fire, and whirlwinds great,
appointed for their pain.
Ye see then how a righteous God
doth righteousness embrace,
And unto just and upright men
shows forth his pleasant 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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1549,1812
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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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Song #
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| 1812 | # 11 |
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