Psalm 115

LOrd not to us, Lord not to us,
But give thy Name renown:
And let thy works miraculous,
Thy truth and mercies crown.
O wherefore should the heathen cry,
Now where's their God become?
Our God he is in heaven high,
And all he pleas'd hath done.
Their Idols gold and silver be,
The handy-work of man:
Have eyes and mouths, but do not see,
Nor speak at all they can.
Have ears, but do not hear a jot,
Have noses, but no sent:
Proportion'd hands, but handle not,
And feet, but never went.
Their hollow throats no breath goes through,
Their makers like them are:
And so are all that trust thereto,
The work•man like the ware.

2. Part.
O Isr'el trust in God, that must
Thy shield and helper be:
In him ô house of Aaron trust,
Their help and shield is he.
Trust in the Lord, your help and shield,
All ye that do him fear:
His blessing to us he will yield,
Still mindfull of us here.
In Isr'els house he'l bless them all,
And Aarons house no less:
His fearers all both great and small,
The Lord will surely bless.
Of you, and of your children too,
Will God increase the birth:
The blessed of the Lord are you,
That formed heav'n and earth.
The highest heavens are the Lords,
Even all the heavens are so:
But he the spacious earth affords
To sonnes of men below.
The dead to silence that go down,
Do never praise the Lord:
But we will still his Name renown,
Do ye his praise record.