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The foolish man within his heart
blasphemously, hath said,
There is not any God at all,
why should we be afraid?
They are corrupt, and they also
a heinous work have wrought,
Among them all there is not one
of good that worketh ought.
The Lord looked down from heav'n upon
the sons of men below,
To see if any were that sought
the living God to know.
Out of the way they all are gone,
they all corrupted are;
There is not any that doth good,
not one for God doth care.
Do not all wicked workers know,
that they do feed upon
My people as they feed on bread?
The Lord they call not on.
E'en there they were afraid, and stood
with trembling all dismayed.
When as there was no cause at all
why they should he afraid.
For God his bones that thee besieged
hath scattered all abroad,
He hath confounded them, for they
rejected are of God.
O Lord, give to thy people health,
and thou, O Lord, fulfill
Thy promise made to Israel
from out of Zion hill.
When God his People shall restore
that once were captive led,
Then Jacob shall rejoice therein,
and Israel be glad.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1562,1812
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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