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1 The fool, in's heart, saith, there's no God;
They are corrupt each one,
Abominable works they do;
That doth good there is none.
2 The Lord from heaven looked down.
On sons of men to see,
If any that did understand,
That seeketh God there be.
3 They altogether filthy are,
They all aside are gone;
There is not any that doth good
No not so much as one.
4 The workers of iniquity
Do they not know at all:
That eat my folk, as bread they eat,
On God they do not call.
5 There with a very grievous fear,
Affrighted sore they were,
For God i' th' generation is
Of such as righteous are.
6 The counsel of the poor oppress'd,
Ashamed you would make:
And that because Jehovah he
Doth for his refuge take.
7. Who Israel's health from Sion gives?
His folks captivity,
When God shall turn: Jacob shall joy,
Glad Israel shall be.
The Psalm, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New-Testament,1742
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First Line: | The fool in's heart saith, there's no God |
Title: | To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David |
Publication Date: | 1742 |
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