Words: The Scottish Psalter
1 That there is not a God, the fool doth in his heart conclude: They are corrupt, their works are vile; not one of them doth good. 2 Upon men's sons the Lord from heav'n did cast his eyes abroad, To see if any understood, and did seek after God. 3 They altogether filthy are, they all aside are gone; And there is none that doeth good, yea, sure there is not one. 4 These workers of iniquity do they not know at all, That they my people eat as bread, and on God do not call? 5 There feared they much; for God is with the whole race of the just. 6 You shame the counsel of the poor, because God is his trust. 7 Let Isr'el's help from Zion come: when back the Lord shall bring His captives, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall sing.