THE LORD IS IN HIS HOLY TEMPLE PSALMS 11

 THE LORD IS MY HELP AND MY SHADE

HE MAKES MY CROOKED PLACES STRAIGHT

PSALMS 11  IN THE LORD PUT I MY TRUST; HOW SAY YE TO MY SOUL , FLEE AS A BIRD TO YOUR MOUNTAIN? FOR LO, THE WICKED BEND THEIR BOW, THEY MAKE READY THEIR ARROW UPON THE STRONG, THAT THEY MAY PRIVILY SHOOT AT THE UPRIGHT IN HEART. IF THE FOUNDATIONS BE DESTROYED, WHAT CAN THE RIGHTEOUS DO? 

THE LORD IS IN HIS HOLY TEMPLE, THE LORD 'S THRONE IS IN HEAVEN; HIS EYES BEHOLD, HIS EYELIDS TRY, THE CHILDREN OF MEN.THE LORD LOVETH THE RIGHTEOUS ; BUT THE WICKED AND HIM THAT LOVETH VIOLENCE HIS SOUL HATETH.