1 Fools in their hearts believe and say, "That all religion's vain, "There is no God that reigns on high, "Or minds th' affairs of men."
2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane Corrupt discourse proceeds; And in their impious hands are found Abominable deeds.
3 The Lord, from his celestial throne Look'd down on things below, To find the man that sought his grace, Or did his justice know.
4 By nature all are gone astray, Their practice all the same; There's none that fears his Maker's hand, There's none that loves his name.
5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit, Their slanders never cease; How swift to mischief are their feet, Nor knew the paths of peace.
6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root) In every heart are found; Nor can they bear diviner fruit, Till grace refine the ground.