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

1 The wicked fools must sure suppose,
that God is but a name;
This gross mistake their practice shows,
since virtue all disclaim.

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.

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.

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?

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.

6 Would he his saving pow'r employ,
to break our servile band,
Loud shouts of universal joy
should echo through the land.

Source: The Whole Book of Psalms: in metre; with hymns suited to the feasts and fasts of the church, and other occasions of public worship #LIII