Fools In Their Hearts
Fools in their hearts be-lieve and say,
That all re-li-gion's vain,
"There is no God that reigns on high,
Or minds th' af-fairs of men."
From thoughts so dread-ful and pro-fane
Cor-rupt dis-course pro-ceeds;
And in their im-pious hands are found
A-bom-i-na-ble deeds.
The Lord, from His cel-es-tial throne,
Looked down on things be-low
To find the man that sought His grace,
Or did His jus-tice know.
By na-ture all are gone as-tray,
Their prac-tice all the same;
There's none that fears his Ma-ker's hand,
There's none that loves His Name.
Their tongues are used to speak de-ceit,
Their slan-ders nev-er cease;
How swift to mis-chief are their feet,
Nor know the paths of peace!
Such seeds of sin (that bit-ter root)
In ev-ery heart are found;
Nor can they bear di-vin-er fruit,
Till grace re-fine the ground.
Are sin-ners now so sense-less grown
That they the saints de-vour?
And nev-er wor-ship at Thy throne,
Nor fear Thine awe-some power?
Great God, ap-pear to their sur-prise,
Re-veal Thy dread-ful Name;
Let them no more Thy wrath des-pise,
Nor turn our hope to shame.
Dost Thou not dwell a-mong the just?
And yet our foes de-ride,
That we should make Thy Name our trust;
Great God, con-found their pride.
O that the joy-ful day were come
To fin-ish our dis-tress!
When God shall bring His chil-dren home
Our songs shall nev-er cease.