1. Fools, in their Heart, say there's no God;
They so corrupt, and base, are grown;
They scatter loathsome Sin abroad,
Among them that doth Good, there's none.
2. The Lord look'd down from Heav'n above,
On Sons of Men, with strict Survey;
To see, if Reason they approve,
And seek the Lord, in his right Way.

3. But lo! they all were gone from God,
They wholly filthy were, and base;
Not one the Paths of Virtue trod,
Of all that vile degen'rate Race.
4. Are then those Fools so blindly led?
Do they so far from Reason stray?
That they my People eat as Bread,
And unto God no Homage pay?

5.When God dispers'd and broke their Strength,
That fearless Crew were then surpris'd
With horrid Fears; and sham'd at length;
For God their boasted Force despis'd.
6. Who'll Isr'el Help, from Zion send?
When God shall back his Captives bring,
Then Jacob's Voice, in Shouts, ascend,
Glad Isr'el, loud, thy Praise, shall Sing.