Verse 1
The crafty manages the fool,
The tame unthinking crowd,
He makes the simple one his tool;
But both are tools to God:
Their folly and their craft he blends,
Whate’er themselves design,
And bids them blindly serve the ends
Of providence divine.

Verse 2
What have his servants then to fear
Who bear Jehovah’s seal,
Tho’ thorns and briars are with us here,
And we with scorpions dwell?
His love omnipotent we sing,
Who doth the world restrain,
Rejoicing that the Lord is King,
And shall for ever reign.