My Trust Is in the Lord

My trust is in the Lord:

How say ye then to me

Now

like a bird from per­il haste

And to your mount­ain flee?

Lo

sin­ners bend the bow

With ar­row fixed for flight;

And stealth­ily in dark­ness go

The true in heart to smite.

What can the right­eous do

What can for them avail

When all foun­da­tions are de­stroyed

And all the pil­lars fail?

The Lord in Zi­on dwells

The Lord is throned on high;

His eyes be­hold the sons of men

Their hearts and way to try.

The Lord the right­eous proves;

But those who scorn the right

Who love de­ceit and vio­lence

Are hate­ful in His sight.

For right­eous is the Lord

He lov­eth right­eous­ness

And with a gra­cious coun­te­nance

The up­right He will bless.