The wicked fools must sure suppose, That God is but a name (Tatke and Brady)

Verse 1

The wicked fools must sure suppose, That God is but a name: This gross mistake their practice shows, Since virtue all disclaim.

Verse 2

The 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.

Verse 3

But all he saw were backward gone, Degen'rate grown and base; None for religion car'd, not one Of all the sinful race.

Verse 4

But are those workers of deceit So dull and senseless grown, That they, like bread my people eat, And God's just pow'r disown?

Verse 5

Their causeless fears shall strangely grow; And they, despis'd of God, Shall soon be soil'd: his hands shall throw Their shatter'd bones abroad.

Verse 6

Would He His saving pow'r employ, To break our servile band, Loud shouts of universal joy Should echo through the land.