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Not to ourselves who are but dust
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Choice Selection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #9 (1819) Hymnal Title: A Choice Selection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians Languages: English
Not to ourselves who are but dust
Not to ourselves, who are but dust
Hymnal: Christian Psalmody, in Four Parts; containing Dr. Watt's Psalms Abridged; Dr. Watt's Hymns Abridged; Select Hymns from Other Authors; and Select Harmony #WP115a (1817) Hymnal Title: Christian Psalmody, in Four Parts; containing Dr. Watt's Psalms Abridged; Dr. Watt's Hymns Abridged; Select Hymns from Other Authors; and Select Harmony Languages: English
Not to ourselves, who are but dust
Not to ourselves who are but dust
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CXV (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Church Hymn Book Lyrics: 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 Display to earth 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,
Thro' 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 the 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 Isra'l, 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. Topics: The true God our Refuge Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English
Not to ourselves who are but dust
Not to ourselves, who are but dust
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P115 (1847) Hymnal Title: Church Psalmist Languages: English
Not to ourselves, who are but dust
The true God; our hope and trust
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P115 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Church Psalmist First Line: Not to ourselves who are but dust Languages: English
The true God; our hope and trust
Not to ourselves, who are but dust
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P115 (1857) Hymnal Title: Church Psalmist Languages: English
Not to ourselves, who are but dust
Not to ourselves who are but dust
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Congregational Hymn and Tune Book; containing the Psalms and Hymns of the General Association of Connecticut, adapted to Suitable Tunes #1121 (1856) Hymnal Title: Congregational Hymn and Tune Book; containing the Psalms and Hymns of the General Association of Connecticut, adapted to Suitable Tunes Languages: English
Not to ourselves who are but dust
The true God our Refuge, or, Idolatry reproved
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #215 (1786) Hymnal Title: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) First Line: Not to ourselves, who are but dust Lyrics: 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 Display to earth 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 glittering ore,
A silver saint, and golden god.
5 [With eyes and ears, they carve the head;
Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind;
In vain are costly offerings 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 Oh Israel, 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 power to save. Topics: God our Defense and Salvation; Idolatry reproved; God our Defense and Salvation; Idolatry reproved Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English
The true God our Refuge, or, Idolatry reproved
The true God our Refuge, or, Idolatry reproved
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #202b (1786) Hymnal Title: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) First Line: Not to ourselves, who are but dust Lyrics: 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 Display to earth 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 glittering ore,
A silver saint, and golden god.
5 [With eyes and ears, they carve the head;
Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind;
In vain are costly offerings 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 Oh Israel, 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 power to save. Topics: God our Defense and Salvation; Idolatry reproved; God our Defense and Salvation; Idolatry reproved Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English
The true God our Refuge, or, Idolatry reproved
The true God our Refuge, or, Idolatry reproved
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #215 (1787) Hymnal Title: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David First Line: Not to ourselves, who are but dust Lyrics: 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 Display to earth 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 glittering ore,
A silver saint, or golden god.
5 [With eyes and ears, they carve the head;
Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind;
In vain are costly offerings 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 Oh Israel, 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 power to save. Topics: God our Defense and Salvation; Idolatry reproved; God our Defense and Salvation; Idolatry reproved Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English
The true God our Refuge, or, Idolatry reproved
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