The Wicked Have Bent Their Bow

In the LORD I put my trust

How can you say to my soul

Flee like a bird to the mountain top

For the wicked have bent their bow

Why should I fear what men will do

When the LORD is on my side

Though the winds of strife are coming soon

In Him I will abide

For the LORD my God is a jealous God

And an all consuming fire

And those who put their trust in Him

Shall have their heart's desire

In the LORD I put my trust

How can you say to my soul

Flee like a bird to the mountain top

For the wicked have bent their bow

For the LORD my God is a righteous Judge

His law will never fail

When everything is said and done

His commandments will prevail

For the righteous man will flourish

Like the trees in Lebanon

But the wicked man will perish

In the sins of Babylon

In the LORD I put my trust

How can you say to my soul

Flee like a bird to the mountain top

For the wicked have bent their bow

There is nothing in this world of woe

That the Savior does not see

His eyes are on the sparrow

And He's watching over me

If you confess your sins and follow Him

And forsake your wicked ways

You will be forgiven

By the Ancient of all Days

In the LORD I put my trust

How can you say to my soul

Flee like a bird to the mountain top

For the wicked have bent their bow

In the LORD I put my trust

How can you say to my soul

Flee like a bird to the mountain top

For the wicked have bent their bow

Flee like a bird to the mountain top

For the wicked have bent their bow

Flee like a bird to the mountain top

For the wicked have bent their bow

The wicked have bent their bow

The wicked have bent their bow

Adapted from Psalm 11 by Bruce Moss

To God be the glory

THE PSALMS OF KING DAVID