My Refuge Is the LORD of Love - Psalm 11 BOURBON - Treasury 33
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- 1. 1 My refuge is the LORD of love;
Why do my foes insult and cry,
“Fly like a tim’rous, trembling dove;
To distant woods or mountains fly?”
2. 2 For look! The wicked bend their bow,
They set their arrow to the string,
To kill, as if God would not know,
The ones whose hearts to justice cling.
3. 3 If government be all destroyed,
That firm foundation of our peace,
If violence makes justice void,
Where shall the righteous seek redress?
4. 4 The LORD in Heav’n has fixed His throne,
His eye surveys the world below:
To Him all mortal things are known,
His eyelids search our spirits through.
5. 5 The LORD afflicts His saints so dear,
To prove their love and try their grace.
What may the bold transgressors fear?
His very soul abhors their ways.
6. 6 On wicked wretches He shall rain
Tempests of brimstone, fire and death;
Such as He kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with His angry breath.
7. 7 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.
Music: Columbian Harp, 1825; harm. Louise McAllister, 1958
Text: st. 1, 3-7, Isaac Watts, 1719; st. 2, Michael E. Owens, 2020
Tune name: BOURBON 8 8. 8 8.
All vocals by Michael E. Owens. It's not the whole song because it's just a sample. I record tunes that anyone can sing. Now that you know the tune, go ahead and sing it.
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