Psalm CXV.
1
Not unto us, Lord, not to us
Is any glory due:
But to thy name, who art a God
Most merciful and true.
2
Why should the heathens say to us,
Your God, where is he now?
Our God is in the heavens high,
And what he wills can do.
3
Their gods of gold and silver made,
True God's can never be:
For they have mouths but cannot speak,
And eyes, but cannot see.
4
And ears they have but cannot hear
The prayers that are made,
Nor can their nose the incense smell
Upon their altars laid.
5
Hands too they have, but handle not,
And feet but cannot go:
Nor in their throats is any breath,
That passeth too and fro.
6
Their makers are as dull as they,
And have as little sense:
And so are all that in such Gods,
Repose their confidence.
7
O Israel, and Aaron's house,
And all that fear the Lord,
Trust ye in him, for he alone
Can help and strength afford.
8
The Lord hath mindful been of us,
And he will bless us all;
Both Israel, and Aaron's house,
And all that on him call.
9
Both you and your posterity,
The Lord will still encrease:
The Lord that made the heavens and earth,
To bless will never cease.
10
The heaven of heavens is the Lords,
But he the earth doth give,
To mortal men, to use the same
As long as here they live.
11
The dead no more can praise the Lord,
Nor they in graves adore:
But we will bless and praise his name,
Both now, and evermore.
