Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Lord, not to us, we claim no share, but to thy sacred Name Give glory for thy mercy's sake, and truth's eternal fame. 2 Why should the heathen cry, Where's now the God whom we adore? 3 Convince them that in heav'n thou art, and uncontrolled thy pow'r. 4 Their gods but gold and silver are, the works of mortal hands; 5 With speechless mouth and sightless eyes the molten idol stands. 6 The pageant has both ears and nose, but neither hears nor smells; 7 Its hands and feet nor feel nor move, no life within it dwells. 8 Such senseless stocks they are, that we can nothing like them find, But those who on their help rely, and them for gods designed. 9 O Israel, make the Lord your trust, who is your help and shield: 10 Priests, Levites, trust in him alone, who only help can yield. 11 Let all, who truly fear the Lord, on him they fear rely: Who them in danger can defend, and all their wants supply, 12,13 Of us he oft has mindful been, and Israel's house will bless; Priests, Levites, Proselytes, e'en all who his great Name confess. 14 On you, and on your heirs, he will increase of blessings bring; 15 Thrice happy you, who fav'rites are of this almighty King! 16 Heav'n's highest orb of glory he his empire's seat designed; And gave this lower globe of earth a portion to mankind. 17 They who in death and silence sleep to him no praise afford: 18 But we will bless for evermore our ever-living Lord.