English poem
PSAL. CXV. Second Meeter
by Anonymous
NOt unto us, Lord, not to us but thou the glory take Unto thy Name, both for thy truth and for thy mercies sake. For wherefore should the heathen say, where is their God become? Our God is in the heav'ns, he hath whatever pleas'd him done.
Their Idols silver are and gold, mens handy-work they be, Months have they, but they do not speak and eyes, but do not see. Ears have they, but they do not hear; nought smell their noses do. Hands have they, but they handle not and feet, but do not go.
And nothing speak they through their throat Like unto them are they That do them make and all that do their trust upon them stay. O Isr'el trust thou in the Lord, he is their help and shield. O Aarons house trust in the Lord, he is their help and shield.
Who fear the Lord, trust in the Lord he is their help and shield The Lord hath mindful been of us, his blessing he will yield: The house of Israel bless he will he Aarons house will bless He will bless them that fear the Lord the greater with the less.
Jehovah unto you, to you, and to your sons shall add. You are the blessed of the Lord, that heav'n and earth hath made. The heav'ns unto Jehovah do, the heav'ns to him belong: But he the earth distributed the sons of men among.
The dead praise not the Lord, nor such to silence as descend: But as for us, we'll bless the Lord from henceforth without end. HALLELUJAH.