The world is full of wicked men
Who lie, dishonor, cheat, and steal.
Pray answer me, my God, again!
Hear, and heed my cry to heal!
These men give lawless sacrifice
They will not – can not – trust in You.
They will not heed the piteous cries,
They doubt in God, and good, and truth
Yet though this world is full of wrong,
I will merry tunes employ.
I will dance and sing sweet songs,
For God has filled my heart with joy.
And though the wicked harvest well,
Their joy is naught compared with mine.
I sleep in peace, and safely dwell,
For, Lord, thy blood has made me Thine.