1 My trust is in the Lord;
What foe can injure me?
Why bid me like a bird
Before the fowler flee?
The Lord is on His heavenly throne,
Omnipotent to save His own.
2 The wicked may assail,
The tempter sorely try,
All earth’s foundations fail,
All nature’s springs be dry;
Yet God is in His holy shrine,
And I am strong while He is mine.
3 His flock to Him is dear,
He watches them from high;
He sends them trials here
To fit them for the sky:
But safely will He tend and keep
The humblest, feeblest of His sheep.
4 His foes a season here
May triumph and prevail;
But ah, the hour is near
When all their hopes must fail:
While like the sun His saints shall rise,
And shine with Him above the skies.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9840
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9840||My Trust Is In The Lord||My trust is in the Lord||HETCH HETCHY||Henry F. Lyte||HM||<cite>The Spirit of the Psalms</cite>, 1834|