The God Who Sits Enthroned on High (2)

The God who sits en­throned on high

The fool doth in his heart de­ny;

Corrupt are they

vile works have done

And do­ing good there is not one.

From Heav’n with search­ing eye the Lord

Did all the sons of men re­gard;

To see if any un­der­stood

If any one were seek­ing God.

From right­eous ways they all de­part;

All are cor­rupt and vile in heart;

Among them do­ing good is none

Among them all

not ev­en one.

Has know­ledge from the wick­ed fled

That they My peo­ple eat as bread?

That they de­light in works of shame

And call not on Je­ho­vah’s name?

There fear­ful ter­ror on them fell;

For God doth with the right­eous dwell;

The poor man’s coun­sel you de­spise

Because in God his re­fuge lies.

May Is­ra­el’s help from Zi­on come;

When God shall bring His cap­tives home

Then Jacob great­ly shall re­joice

And Is­ra­el shout with glad­some voice.