“In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart. If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? The LORD is in His holy temple, the LORD'S throne is in heaven: His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men” (Psalm 11:1-4). “The way of the LORD is strength to the upright: but destruction shall be to the workers of iniquity” (Proverbs 10:29).
In God alone I put my trust,
Though many think that this is vain.
They have forgotten they are dust
And God is Judge, whom they disdain.
Behold, the wicked bend their bow,
And think that no one sees their shot.
The God whom they refuse to know
Shall soon reprove their foolish thought.
The lost have scoffed at God’s salvation,
In spite of ample evidence.
They have forgotten the foundation
That renders them without defense.
So where at last, then, shall they flee
When Christ shall judge each idle word?
How is it that they say to me
To flee away as does a bird?
The Lord still occupies His throne.
He ponders each unspoken thought.
He surely knows who are His own,
And He reproves those who are not.
O Lord, You are the only way!
I need not flee now to a mountain,
But find my strength in You each day,
Revived by blessings from Your fountain.
How greatly, Lord, are souls mistaken
Who think that they escape Your view!
They have forgotten and forsaken
The soul’s foundation found in You.