Scripture Verse

The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, there is none that doeth good. Psalm 14:1


Henry F. Lyte (1793–1847)

Words: Hen­ry F. Lyte, Spi­rit of the Psalms 1834.

Music: Er­halt uns, Herr, Geist­liche Lied­er (Wit­ten­berg, Ger­ma­ny, 1543) (🔊 pdf nwc).


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.

Plunged in the desperate depths of sin,
Debased without, corrupt within,
What wonder men should wish to fly
An awful omnipresent eye?

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.

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.