The Psalms of David ‎#207b

207b. The true God our Refuge; or, Idolatry reproved

1 Not to ourselves, who are but Dust,
Not to ourselves is Glory due,
Eternal GOD, Thou only Just,
Thou only Gracious, Wise, and True.

2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful Name;
Why should a Heathen's haughty Tongue
Insult us, and to raise our Shame,
Say, Where's the GOD you've serv'd so long?

3 The GOD we serve maintains his Throne
Above the clouds, beyond the Skies,
Through all the Earth his Will is done.
He knows our Groans, he hears our Cries.

4 But the vain Idols they adore,
Are senseless Shapes of Stone and Wood;
At best a Mass of glitt'ring Ore,
A silver Saint or golden God.

5 [With Eyes and Ears they carve their Head;
Deaf are their Ears, their Eyes are blind;
In vain are costly Off'rings made,
And Vows are scatter'd in the Wind.

6 Their Feet were never made to move,
Nor Hands to save when Mortals pray;
Mortals that pay them Fear or Love
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.]

7 O Isr'el, make the Lord thy Hope,
Thy Help, thy Refuge, and thy Rest;
The Lord shall build thy Ruins up,
And bless the People and the Priest.

8 The Dead no more can speak thy Praise,
They dwell in Silence and the Grave;
But we shall live to sing thy Grace,
And tell the World thy Pow'r to save.

Text Information

• First Line: Not to ourselves, who are but Dust
• Title: The true God our Refuge; or, Idolatry reproved
• Meter: First Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1740
• Scripture:
  Psalm 115
• Topic: God: our Defense and Salvation; Idolatry reproved; November the 5th

Tune Information

(No tune information)