There is no God, so saith the fool
In his vain heart alone.
Ah, reck­less seed and spurn­ing rule!
None do­eth good, not one.

The Lord looked down from Hea­ven, and saw
How man on earth abode;
And none were there who loved His law,
None sought the liv­ing God.

With thoughts cor­rupt, and con­science seared,
In hate­ful ways they ran;
In all the world no good ap­peared,
Nor any right­eous man.

How blind­ed are their hearts, He said,
Who live in sin and shame!
My peo­ple they de­vour as bread;
They call not on My name.

In vain ye strive, O race ab­horred,
In vain ye fret and rage;
For God is with His saints, the Lord
Amidst His he­ri­tage.

O when will our re­demp­tion spring
From Zi­on’s ho­ly height?
O when to Sa­lem will her king
Return with heal­ing light?

When God shall hear His peo­ple’s voice,
And break their gall­ing chain,
The face of Ja­cob will re­joice,
And Is­ra­el smile again.