Psalm 11

Common Metre (8,6,8,6)

Suggested Tunes: 119 St Magnus, 47 Culross

1    I in the Lord do put my trust:

            how is then that ye

      Say to my soul, Flee, as a bird,

            unto your mountain high?

2    For, lo, the wicked bend their bow,

            their shafts on string they fit,

      That those who upright are in heart

            they privily may hit.

3    If the foundations be destroy’d,

            what hath the righteous done?

4    God in his holy temple is,

            in heaven is his throne:

      His eyes do see, his eyelids try

5          men’s sons. The just he proves:

      But his soul hates the wicked man,

            and him that vi’lence loves.

6    Snares, fire and brimstone, furious storms,

            on sinners he shall rain:

      This, as the portion of their cup,

            doth unto them pertain.

7    Because the Lord most righteous doth

            in righteousness delight;

      And with a pleasant countenance

            beholdeth the upright.