Classic Poem

The fool hath said in his false heart,
God cares not what to man succeeds.
Abominable are their deeds;
All ill affects from good depart.

Jehovah man's rebellious race
Beheld from His caelestial throne;
To see if there were any one
That understood, or sought His face.

All from forsaken truth are flown;
Corrupt in body, such in soul,
Defil'd within, without as foul;
None good endeavours, no, not one.

Are all, that work iniquity,
By ignorance so blindly led?
My people they devour like bread;
Nor call on Him who sits on high.

Their consciences with terror quake,
Since God doth with the just abide;
For poor men's counsels they deride,
Who Him for their protection take.

O that unto Thy Israel
Salvation might from Sion spring!
When God shall us from bondage bring,
No joy shall Jacob's joy excell.