The God who sits en­throned on high
The fool­ish to their heart de­ny;
Not one does good; cor­rupt in thought,
Unrighteous works their hands have wrought.

From Hea­ven the Lord with search­ing eye
Looked down the sons of men to try,
To see if any un­der­stood
And sought for God, the on­ly good.

From right­eous­ness they all de­part,
Corrupt are all, and vile in heart;
Yea, ev­ery man has ev­il done;
Not one does good, not even one.

Has know­ledge with the wick­ed failed,
That they My people have as­sailed,
That they de­light in works of shame,
And call not on Je­ho­vah’s name?

Thy low­ly ser­vant they des­pise,
Because he on the Lord re­lies;
But they shall trem­ble yet in fear,
For to the right­eous God is near.

O that from Zi­on, His abode,
Salvation were on us be­stowed!
When God His ex­iles shall re­store,
They shall in song His grace adore.