The God who sits enthroned on high
The fool doth in his heart deny;
Corrupt are they, vile works have done,
And doing good there is not one.

From Heav’n with searching eye the Lord
Did all the sons of men regard;
To see if any understood,
If any one were seeking God.

From righteous ways they all depart;
All are corrupt and vile in heart;
Among them doing good is none,
Among them all, not even one.

Has knowledge from the wicked fled,
That they My people eat as bread?
That they delight in works of shame,
And call not on Jehovah’s name?

There fearful terror on them fell;
For God doth with the righteous dwell;
The poor man’s counsel you despise,
Because in God his refuge lies.

May Israel’s help from Zion come;
When God shall bring His captives home,
Then Jacob greatly shall rejoice,
And Israel shout with gladsome voice.