The God Who Sits Enthroned on High (1)

The God who sits en­throned on high

The fool­ish to their heart de­ny;

Not one does good; cor­rupt in thought

Unrighteous works their hands have wrought.

From Heav­en the Lord with search­ing eye

Looked down the sons of men to try

To see if any un­der­stood

And sought for God

the on­ly good.

From right­eous­ness they all de­part

Corrupt are all

and vile in heart;

Yea

ev­ery man has ev­il done;

Not one does good

not even one.

Has know­ledge with the wick­ed failed

That they My people have as­sailed

That they de­light in works of shame

And call not on Je­ho­vah’s name?

Thy low­ly serv­ant they des­pise

Because he on the Lord re­lies;

But they shall trem­ble yet in fear

For to the right­eous God is near.

O that from Zi­on

His abode

Salvation were on us be­stowed!

When God His ex­iles shall re­store

They shall in song His grace ad­ore.