Psalm 11 | Refuge (MSAL)

In the Lord I take refuge
How can you say to my soul:
“Fly like a bird far away to your mountain
Ain’t nothing left here but woe
Head for the hills and let’s go

“I’ve seen the wicked’s bow bending
I hear he’s searching for you
With all around the foundations upending
And us with numbers so few
What can the righteous do?”
You ask.

But the Lord is in His holy temple
God is on His throne high in His heaven
What His eyes behold would make you tremble
He sees the hearts of man

In the Lord I take refuge
Why do you counsel despair
When all around us the signs of God’s blessings
Form monuments to His care?
Lift up your hearts in prayer

To God who judges the righteous
Whose righteous soul burns with hate
When He discovers the lovers of violence
And pours His wrath on their pate
O they deserve their fate

For the Lord is in His holy temple
God is on His throne high in His heaven
What His eyes behold would make you tremble
He sees your every plan

For the Lord is in His holy temple
God is on His throne high in His heaven
What His eyes behold would make you tremble
He knows the hearts of man

In the Lord I take refuge
And plead the blood of His grace
No more a reason to fear the unrighteous
For they will end in disgrace
But we will see His face