When back my foes were turn'd, they fell, and perish'd at thy sight:
Burnt up it is with flaming fire, it also is cut down: They utterly are perished, when as thy face doth frown.
Thou, Lord, ev'n thou art he that should be fear'd; and who is he That may stand up before thy sight, if once thou angry be?
Because the Lord, who constantly my refuge is alone, Ev'n the most High, is made by thee thy habitation;
Thy loving-kindness to shew forth when shines the morning light; And to declare thy faithfulness with pleasure ev'ry night.