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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.
Why should the heathen cry, Where's now
the God whom we adore?
Convince them that in heav'n thou art,
and uncontrolled thy pow'r.
Their gods but gold and silver are,
the works of mortal hands;
With speechless mouth and sightless eyes
the molten idol stands.
The pageant has both ears and nose,
but neither hears nor smells;
Its hands and feet nor feel nor move,
no life within it dwells.
Such senseless stocks they are, that we
can nothing like them find,
But those who on their help rely,
and them for gods designed.
O Israel, make the Lord your trust,
who is your help and shield:
Priests, Levites, trust in him alone,
who only help can yield.
Let all, who truly fear the Lord,
on him they fear rely:
Who them in danger can defend,
and all their wants supply,
Of us he oft has mindful been,
and Israel's house will bless;
Priests, Levites, Proselytes, e'en all
who his great Name confess.
On you, and on your heirs, he will
increase of blessings bring;
Thrice happy you, who fav'rites are
of this almighty King!
Heav'n's highest orb of glory he
his empire's seat designed;
And gave this lower globe of earth
a portion to mankind.
They who in death and silence sleep
to him no praise afford:
But we will bless for evermore
our ever-living Lord.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 115;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1821 | # 115 |
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