Psalm XI. Long Metre. The justice of Divine Providence

On God my stedfast hopes rely, Why do my foes insulting cry, "Fly like a timorous, trembling dove, "And seek the mountain's lonesome grove."

Behold the wicked aim their darts, Against the men of upright hearts! If Government be overthrown, Who then the injur'd cause will own?

The Lord, enthron'd above the sky. On suffering virtue casts his eye; Tho' he afflict his saints to prove, Their patience, and to try their love;

Yet lawless hands and hearts impure, His frowns vindictive will endure; His lightning wings its rapid way, His thunder fills them with dismay.

Where truth and justice hold their place God will reveal his gracious face: Delighted, in the upright mind His own reflected beams to find.