Sonata

Chorus
 In the Lord put I my trust! How say you then to
 my soul she shall flee as a bird unto the hill? (Psalm 11, 1)

Tenor
 God is a constant sure defence against
 oppressing rage, as troubles rise, his needful
 aids in our behalf engage. (Psalm 9, 9)

Chorus
 Behold! The wicked bend their bow, and ready
 fix their dart, lurking in anibush to destroy
 the man of upright heart. (Psalm 11, 2)

Tenor
 But God, who hears the suff'iing pow'r, and
 their oppression knows, will soon arise and
 given them rest in spite of all their foes. (Psalm 12, 5)

Chorus
 Snares, fire and brimstone on their heads shall
 in one tempest show'r: this dreadful mixture
 his revenge into their cup shall pour. (Psalm 11, 6)

Tenor
 The righteous Lord will righteous deeds with
 signal favour grace, and to the upright man
 disclose the brightness of his face. (Psalm 11, 7)

Chorus
 Then shall my song, with praise inspir'd, to
 thee my God ascend, who to thy servants in
 distress such bounty didst extend. (Psalm 13, 6)