Psalm 14

The foole hath said in his false heart;
God cares not what to Man succeeds.
Abominable are their deeds;
All ill affect, from Good depart.

Jehovah Mans rebellious Race
Beheld from his celestiall Throne;
To see if there were any one
That understood, or sought his Face.

All from forsaken Truth are flowne;
Corrupt in Bodie, such in Soule,
Defil'd within, without as foule;
None Good indeavours, no, not One.

Are all, that worke Iniquitie,
By Ignorance so blindly led?
My People they devoure like Bread;
Nor call on him who sits on high.

Their Consciences with terrour quake;
Since God doth with the Just abide:
For Poore mens Counsels they deride,
Who him for their Protection take.

O that unto thy Israel
Salvation might from Sion Spring!
When God shall us from Bondage bring,
No joy shall Jacobs joy excell.