EN 515 My Refuge Is the God of Love
Ps.11.1
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My refuge is the God of love;
Why do my foes insult and cry,
“Fly like a timorous, 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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