The Mouth of Fools Doth God Confess

The mouth of fools doth God con­fess

But while their lips draw nigh Him

Their heart is full of wick­ed­ness

And all their deeds de­ny Him.

Corrupt are they

and ev­ery one

Abominable works hath done;

There is not one well-do­er.

The Lord looked from His heav­en­ly throne

On all man­kind below Him

To see if there were any one

Who tru­ly sought to know Him

And all his un­der­stand­ing bent

To search His ho­ly Word

in­tent

To do His will in ear­nest.

But none there was who walked with God

For all aside had slid­den

Delusive paths of fol­ly trod

And fol­lowed lusts for­bid­den;

Not one there was who prac­ticed good

Though many deemed

in haugh­ty mood

Their deeds to God were pleas­ing.

How long

by fol­ly blind­ly led

Will they op­press the needy

And My own flock de­vour like bread?

So fierce are they and gree­dy!

In God they put no trust at all

Nor on His name in trou­ble call

But be their own pro­vid­ers.

Therefore their heart is nev­er still

A constant fear di­smays them

God is with him who doth His will

Who trusts Him and obeys Him;

Ye shame the coun­sel of the poor

And mock him when he doth as­sure

That God is e’er his re­fuge.

Who shall to Is­rael’s out­cast race

From Zi­on bring sal­va­tion?

God will Him­self at length show grace

And loose the cap­tive na­tion;

That will He do by Christ

their king;

Let Ja­cob then be glad and sing

And Is­ra­el be joy­ful.