1 That there is not a God, the fool
doth in his heart conclude:
they are corrupt, their works are vile,
not one of them doth good.
2 The Lord upon the sons of men
from heaven did look abroad,
to see if any understood,
and did seek after God.
3 Corrupt they altogether are,
they all aside are gone;
And there is none that doeth good,
yea, sure there is not one.
4 These workers of iniquity
do they not know at all,
that they my people eat as bread,
nor on Jehovah call?
5 There feared they much; for God is with
the whole race of the just.
6 You shame the counsel of the poor,
because the Lord's his trust.
7 Let Israel’s help from Zion come:
when back the Lord shall bring
His captives, Jacob shall rejoice,
and Israel shall sing.
Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P14