1 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 destroy'd (That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress?
3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne, His eye surveys the world below; To him all mortal things are known, His eyelids search our spirits thro'.
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.