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.