1 Sure, wicked Fools must needs suppose,
That God is nothing but a Name:
Corrupt and lewd their Practice grows,
No Breast is warm'd with holy Flame.
2 The Lord look'd down from Heav'n's high Tow'r
And all the sons of Men did view,
To see if any own'd his Pow'r';
If any Truth or Justice knew.
3 But all, he say, were gone aside,
All were degen'rate grown, and base:
None took Religion for their Guide,
Not one of all the sinful Race.
But can these workers of Deceit
Be all so dull and senseless grown,
That they, like Bread, my People eat,
And God's Almighty Pow'r disown?
5 How will they tremble then for Fear,
When his just Wrath shall them o'ertake!
For, to the righteous, God is near,
And never will their Cause forsake.
6 Ill Men, in vain, with Scorn expose
the Methods which the Good pursue;
Since god a Refuge is for those
Whom his just eyes with Favour view.
7 Would he his saving Pow'r employ,
To break his People's servile Band;
Then Shouts of universal Joy
Shall loudly eccho through the Land.
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