Words: Isaac Watts
PART 1: By nature all men are sinners.
1 Fools in their heart 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 Looked 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 used to speak deceit, Their slanders never cease; How swift to mischief are their feet, Nor know the paths of peace!
6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root) In ev'ry heart are found; Nor can they bear diviner fruit, Till grace refine the ground.
PART 2. The folly of persecutors.
1 Sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power?
2 Great God! appear to their surprise; Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame.
3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust; Great God! confound their pride.
4 O that the joyful day were come To finish our distress ! When God shall bring his children home Our songs shall never cease.