Fools in their heart have said,There is no God of might;Corrupt are they and base their deeds,In evil they delight.
God looked from Heav’n aboveOn all the human raceTo see if any understood,If any sought His face.
They all are gone aside,Corruption doth abound;There is not one that doeth good,Not even one is found.
These men of evil deedsWill they no knowledge gain,Who feed upon my people’s woesAnd prayer to God disdain?
The day is drawing nighWhen they shall fear and quailFor God shall scatter and destroyThose who His saints assail.
Yea, God will put to shameAnd make them flee away,For He will cast them off in wrathAnd fill them with dismay.
O would that Zion’s helpWere out of Zion come!O would that God might early bringHis captive people home!
When God from distant landsHis exiled ones shall bring,His people shall exultant be,And gladly they shall sing.
Are all the foes of Sion fools,Who thus devour her saints?Do they not know her Savior rules,And pities her complaints?
They shall be seized with sad surprise;For God’s revenging armScatters the bones of them that riseTo do His children harm.
In vain the sons of Satan boastOf armies in array;When God has first despised their hostThey fall an easy prey.
O for a word from Zion’s King,Her captives to restore!Jacob with all his tribes shall sing,And Judah weep no more.
In vain the powers of darkness tryTo work the Church’s ill,The Friend of sinners reigns on high,And checks them at His will.
Though mischief in their hearts may dwell,And on their tongues deceit,A word of His their pride can quell,And all their aims defeat.
My trust is in His grace alone;His house shall be my home.How sweet His mercies past to own,And hope for more to come.
The foes of Zion quake for fright,Where no fear was they quail;For well they know that sword of mightWhich cuts through coats of mail.
The Lord of old defiled their shields,And laughed their spears to scorn,Their bones lay scattered o’er the field,By dogs and vultures torn.
Let Zion’s foes be filled with shame;Her sons are blessed of God;Though scoffers now despise their nameThe Lord shall break their rod.
Oh, would our God to Zion turn,God with salvation clad;Then Judah’s harps should music learn,And Israel be glad.
O that the Lord’s salvationWere out of Zion come,To heal His ancient nation,To lead His outcasts home!
How long the holy cityShall heathen feet profane?Return, O Lord, in pity;Rebuild her walls again.
Let fall Thy rod of terror;Thy saving grace impart;Roll back the veil of error;Release the fettered heart.
Let Israel, home returning,Their lost Messiah see;Give oil of joy for mourning,And bind Thy church to Thee.