Psalms of David 53
53
PSALM LIII.
C. M.
1THE wicked fools must sure suppose
That God is but a name;
This gross mistake their practice shows,
Since virtue all disclaim.
2The Lord look’d down from heav’n’s high tow’r,
The sons of men to view;
To see if any own’d his pow’r,
Or truth or justice knew.
3But all, he saw, were backwards gone,
Degen’rate grown, and base;
None for religion car’d, not one
Of all the sinful race.
4But are those workers of deceit
So dull and senseless grown,
That they, like bread, my people eat,
And God’s just pow’r disown?
5Their causeless fears shall strangely grow,
And they, despis’d of God,
Shall soon be foil’d; his hand shall throw
Their shatter’d bones abroad.
6Would he his saving pow’r employ
To break our servile band,
Loud shouts of universal joy
Should echo through the land.
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First published 1696, improved 1698.
