In God will I trust, though my coun­sel­ors say,
O flee as a bird to your mount­ain away;
The wick­ed are strong and the right­eous are weak,
Foundations are shak­en, yet God will I seek.

The Lord in His tem­ple shall ev­er abide;
His throne is eter­nal, what­ev­er be­tide.
The child­ren of men He be­holds from on high,
The wick­ed to pun­ish, the right­eous to try.

The Lord is most right­eous, the Lord loves the right,
The ev­il He hates and will sure­ly re­quite;
The wick­ed His an­ger will drive from their place,
The up­right in rap­ture shall gaze on His face.