Psalm 11
And the Lord put I my trust
How say ye to my soul
Flee as a bird to your mountain
For lo, the wicked bend their bow
They make ready their arrow upon the string
That they may privily shoot at the upright in heart
If the foundations be destroyed
What can the righteous do
The Lord is in His holy temple
The Lord's throne is in heaven
His eyes behold
His eyelids try the children of men
The Lord trieth the righteous
But the wicked in Him that loveth violence
His soul hateth
Upon the wicked He shall rain snares
Fire and brimstone
And an horrible tempest
This shall be the portion of their cup
For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness
His countenance doth behold the upright
The Origins Of Virtue - Confidence in the Presence of God Lyrics
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Psalm 11
And the Lord put I my trust
How say ye to my soul
Flee as a bird to your mountain
For lo, the wicked bend their bow
They make ready their arrow upon the string
That they may privily shoot at the upright in heart
If the foundations be destroyed
What can the righteous do
The Lord is in His holy temple
The Lord's throne is in heaven
His eyes behold
His eyelids try the children of men
The Lord trieth the righteous
But the wicked in Him that loveth violence
His soul hateth
Upon the wicked He shall rain snares
Fire and brimstone
And an horrible tempest
This shall be the portion of their cup
For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness
His countenance doth behold the upright
And the Lord put I my trust
How say ye to my soul
Flee as a bird to your mountain
For lo, the wicked bend their bow
They make ready their arrow upon the string
That they may privily shoot at the upright in heart
If the foundations be destroyed
What can the righteous do
The Lord is in His holy temple
The Lord's throne is in heaven
His eyes behold
His eyelids try the children of men
The Lord trieth the righteous
But the wicked in Him that loveth violence
His soul hateth
Upon the wicked He shall rain snares
Fire and brimstone
And an horrible tempest
This shall be the portion of their cup
For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness
His countenance doth behold the upright
Writer: Jann Melendez
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