Scripture Verse

In the Lord put I my trust: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? Psalm 11:1


Words: Pa­ra­phrase of Psalm 11; au­thor un­known.

Music: Ayles­bu­ry Har­vey C. Camp, in Bi­ble Songs (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­van­ia: Unit­ed Pres­by­ter­ian Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1879), num­ber 43 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Camp (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


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.