“No God for Me!” The Fool Exclaims

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.