Not un­to us, O Lord of Heav’n,
But un­to Thee be glo­ry giv­en;
In love and truth Thou dost ful­fill
The coun­sels of Thy so­ver­eign will;
Though na­tions fail Thy pow­er to own,
Yet Thou dost reign, and Thou alone.

The id­ol gods of hea­then lands
Are but the work of hu­man hands;
They can­not see, they can­not speak,
Their ears are deaf, their hands are weak;
Like them shall be all those who hold
To gods of sil­ver and of gold.

Let Is­ra­el trust in God alone,
The Lord whose grace and power are known;
To Him your full al­le­giance yield,
And He will be your help and shield;
All those who fear Him God will bless,
His saints have proved His faith­ful­ness.

All ye that fear Him and ad­ore,
The Lord in­crease you more and more;
Both great and small who Him con­fess,
You and your child­ren He will bless.
Yea, we will ev­er bless His name;
Praise ye the Lord, His praise pro­claim.

The heav’ns are God’s since time be­gan,
But He has giv’n the earth to man;
The dead praise not the liv­ing God,
But we will sound His praise abroad,
Yea, we will ev­er bless His name;
Praise ye the Lord, His praise pro­claim.