Classic Poem

PSALM XI .

In Domino confido.

1.

Since I do trust Iehova still,
Your fearfull words why do you spill?
That like a byrd to some strong hill
I now should fall a flying.

2.

Behold the evill haue bent their bow,
And set their arrows in a rowe,
To giue unwares a mortall blow
To hearts that hate all lying.

3.

But that in building they began,
With ground plots fall shall be undone
For what, alas, haue just men done
In them no cause is growing.

4.

God in His holy temple is;
The throne of heav'n is only His;
Naught His all-seing sight can miss,
His eyelidds peyse our going.

5.

The Lord doth search the just man's reines,
But hates, abhorrs the wyked braines;
On them storms, brimstone, coales He raines,
This is their share assigned.

6.

But of so happy other-side,
His louely face on them doth bide,
In race of life their feet to guide,
Who be to God enclined.