No God for me! the fool exclaims,
And half believes the wish he frames.
’Twere well there was no God for them,
Whom God exists but to condemn.
Plunged in the desperate depths of sin,
Debased without, corrupt within,
What wonder men should wish to fly
An awful omnipresent eye?
Yet Jesus from His throne above
Holds out the scepter of His love,
And offers peace to them, to all
That contrite at His feet will fall.
Rise, Sun of righteousness, and fling
A brighter morning from Thy wing;
The mourner cheer, the captive free,
And win Thy wanderers all to Thee.