Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Sure wicked fools must needs suppose that God is nothing but a name; Corrupt and lewd their practice grows, no breast is warmed with holy flame.
2 The Lord looked down from heav'n's high tow'r, and all the sons of men did view, To see if any owned his pow'r, if any truth or justice knew.
3 But all he saw were gone aside, all were degen'rate grown and base, None took religion for their guide, not one of all the sinful race.
4 But can these workers of deceit be all so dull and senseless grown: That they like bread my people eat, and God's almighty pow'r disown?
5 How will they tremble then for fear, when his just wrath shall them o'ertake; For to the righteous God is near, and never will their cause forsake.
6 Ill men in vain with scorn expose those methods which the good pursue; Since God a refuge is for those whom his just eyes with favor view.
7 Would he his saving pow'r employ to break his people's servile band; Then shouts of universal joy should loudly echo through the land.