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.