Trials of the Beloved (Psalm 11)

[Intro] [Verse] In the Lord almighty, I do put my trust For my soul, and my family, how say ye, Great is my Lord; There is none above! As a bird to your mountain would you flee? [Chorus A] For, lo, the wicked bow, yea, the wicked bend, They get their arrow on the string, So they may privily shoot former friend, yeah, the upright in heart would they sting! [Verse] The Lord is in his holy temple, O, the Lord’s throne in the heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try and know, Always knowing children of women. [Chorus B] For, lo, the wicked bow, yea, the wicked bend, They get their arrow on the string, If the foundations became upend, Alone the righteous cannot do anything! [Verse] The Lord will always try the faith of the righteous ones: He allows the burning serpents til in anguish they sing! But the wicked and him that loveth viol-unce. His plan will not endure the evils that they bring. [Chorus A] For, lo, the wicked bow, yea, the wicked bend, They get their arrow on the string, So they may privily shoot former friend, yeah, the upright in heart would they sting! [Chorus B] For, lo, the wicked bow, yea, the wicked bend, They get their arrow on the string, If the foundations became upend, Alone the righteous cannot do anything! [Verse] Upon the wicked will he rain snares, Fire and brimstone will fill the valley up and the horrible tempest before they’re aware: this shall be the portion of their cup. [Chorus variant] If the foundations crumble under the stress, The righteous be consigned to this mortal mess! But the righteous Lord loves righteousness; The upright he beholds, and they will he bless! [Chorus Outro] If the foundations crumble under the stress, The righteous be consigned to this mortal mess! But the righteous Lord loves righteousness; The upright he beholds, and they will he bless!