1 "No God for me!" the fool exclaims,
And half believes the wish he frames.
’Twere well there was no God for them,
Whom God exists but to condemn.
2 Plunged in the desperate depths of sin,
Debased without, corrupt within,
What wonder men should wish to fly
An awful omnipresent eye?
3 Yet Jesus from His throne above
Holds out the scepter of His love,
And offers peace to them, to all
That contrite at His feet will fall.
4 Rise, Sun of righteousness, and fling
A brighter morning from Thy wing;
The mourner cheer, the captive free,
And win Thy wanderers all to Thee.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9838
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9838||"No God For Me!" The Fool Exclaims||"No God for me!" the fool exclaims||ERHALT UNS, HERR||Henry F. Lyte||LM||<cite>Spirit of the Psalms</cite>, 1834|