Scripture Verse

Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto Thy name give glory, for Thy mercy, and for Thy truth’s sake. Psalm 115:1


Isaac Watts

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. Po­pish idol­a­try re­proved. The last verse is, ob­vious­ly, ap­prop­ri­ate on­ly when sung in Bri­tain.

Music: York­shire John Wain­right, 1750 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Wain­right (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


Not to our names, Thou only just and true,
Not to our worthless names is glory due;
Thy power and grace,
Thy truth and justice, claim
Immortal honors to Thy sovereign name:
Shine through the earth from Heav’n,
Thy blest abode
Nor let the heathens say,
And where’s your God?

Heav’n is Thine higher court,
There stands Thy throne,
And through 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.

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 power, nor love;
Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints
To their deaf idols and their moveless saints.

The rich have statues well adorned with gold;
The poor, content with gods of coarser mold,
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.

Be Heav’n and earth amazed! ’Tis hard to say
Which is more stupid, or their 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.

O Britain, trust the Lord: thy 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 Britain bless the God
That built the skies.