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1 Sure, wicked Fools must needs suppose,
That God is nothing but a Name:
Corrupt and lewd their Practice grows,
No Breast is warm'd with holy Flame.
2 The Lord look'd down from Heav'n's high Tow'r
And all the sons of Men did view,
To see if any own'd his Pow'r';
If any Truth or Justice knew.
3 But all, he saw, were gone aside,
All were degen'rate grown and base:
None took Religion for their Guide,
Not one of all the sinful Race.
4 But can these workers of Deceit
Be all so dull and senseless grown,
That they, like Bread, my People eat,
And God's Almighty Pow'r disown?
5 How will they tremble then for Fear,
When his just Wrath shall them o'ertake!
For, to the Righteous, God is near,
And never will their Cause forsake.
6 Ill Men, in vain with Scorn expose
The Methods which the Good pursue;
Since God a Refuge is for those
Whom his just Eyes with Favour view.
7 Would he his saving Pow'r employ,
To break his People's servile Band;
Then Shouts of universal Joy
Shall loudly eccho through the Land.
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First Line: | Sure, wicked Fools must needs suppose |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1760 |
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