Lord, not to us, we claim no share

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Lord, not to us, we claim no Share, but to thy sacred Name Give Glory, for thy Mercy's sake, and Truth's eternal Fame.

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Why should the Heathen cry, where's now the God whom we adore?

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Convince them that in Heav'n Thou art, and uncontroul'd thy Pow'r.

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Their Gods but Gold and Silver are, the Works of mortal Hands;

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With speechless Mouth, and sightless Eyes, the molten Idol stands.

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The Pageant has both Ears and Nose, but neither hears nor smells;

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Its Hands and Feet nor feel, nor move; no Life within it dwells.

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Such senseless Stocks they are, that we can nothing like them find; But those who on their Help rely, and them for Gods design'd.

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O Isr'el, make the Lord your Trust, who is your Help and Shield;

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Priests, Levites, trust in Him alone, who only Help can yield.

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Let all, who truly fear the Lord, on Him they fear rely; Who them in Danger can defend, and all their Wants supply.

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Of us He oft has mindful been, and Isr'el's House will bless; Priest, Levites, Proselytes, ev'n all who his great Name confess.

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On you, and on your Heirs He will increase of Blessings bring:

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Thrice happy you, who Fav'rites are of this almighty King.

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Heav'n's highest Orb of Glory, He his Empire's Seat design'd; And gave this lower Globe of Earth a Portion to Mankind.

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They who in Death and Silence sleep to Him no Praise afford:

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But we will bless for evermore our ever-living Lord.