1 Not to our names, Thou only just and true,
not to our worthless names is glory due;
Thy pow'r and grace, Thy truth and justice, claim
immortal honors to Thy sov'reign name.
Shine thro' the earth from heav’n, Thy blest abode
nor let the heathens say, "And where’s your God?"
2 Heav’n is Thine higher court, there stands Thy throne,
and thro' the lower worlds Thy will is done;
our God framed all this earth, these heav’ns He spread,
but fools adore the gods their hands have made;
the kneeling crowd, with looks devout, behold
their silver-saviors, and their saints of gold.
3 Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears,
the molten image neither sees nor hears;
their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move,
they have no speech, nor thought, nor pow'r, nor love;
yet foolish mortals make their long complaints
to their deaf idols, and unmoving saints.
4 The rich have statues well adorned with gold;
the poor, content with gods of coarser mould,
with tools of iron carve the senseless stock,
lopped from a tree, or broken from a rock;
people and priest drive on the solemn trade,
and trust the gods that saws and hammers made.
5 Be heav’n and earth amazed! ’Tis hard to say
which are more stupid, their false gods or they:
O Israel, trust the LORD, He hears and sees,
He knows thy sorrows and restores thy peace:
His worship does a thousand comforts yield,
He is thy help, and He thy heav’nly shield.
6 In GOD we trust: our impious foes in vain
attempt thy ruin, and oppose His reign;
had they prevailed, darkness had closed our days,
and death and silence had forbid His praise;
but we are saved and live: let songs arise,
and Zion bless the GOD that built the skies.
Source: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #115
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