Psalm 11

Words: Isaac Watts

C.M.
   God loves the righteous and hates the wicked.
   1  My refuge is the God of love;
         Why do my foes insult and cry,
      "Fly like a tim'rous, trembling dove,
         To distant woods or mountains fly?"
   2  If government be all destroyed,
         (That firm foundation of our peace,)
      And violence make justice void,
         Where shall the righteous seek redress?
   3  The Lord in heav'n has fixed his throne,
         His eye surveys the world below:
      To him all mortal things are known,
         His eyelids search our spirits through.
   4  If he afflicts his saints so far,
         To prove their love and try their grace,
      What may the bold transgressors fear?
         His very soul abhors their ways.
   5  On impious wretches he shall rain
         Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death;
      Such as he kindled on the plain
         Of Sodom, with his angry breath.
   6  The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
         Whose thoughts and actions are sincere;
      And with a gracious eye beholds
         The men that his own image bear.


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