My Trust Is in the Lord (Lyte)

My trust is in the Lord;

What foe can in­jure me?

Why bid me like a bird

Before the fowl­er flee?

The Lord is on His heav’n­ly throne

Omnipotent to save His own.

The wick­ed may as­sail

The tempt­er sore­ly try

All earth’s foun­da­tions fail

All na­ture’s springs be dry;

Yet God is in His ho­ly shrine

And I am strong while He is mine.

His flock to Him is dear

He watch­es them from high;

He sends them tri­als here

To fit them for the sky:

But safe­ly will He tend and keep

The hum­blest

feeb­lest of His sheep.

His foes a sea­son here

May tri­umph and pre­vail;

But ah

the hour is near

When all their hopes must fail:

While like the sun His saints shall rise

And shine with Him ab­ove the skies.