Psalm 115

NOt ours the glory make,
Lord, give not vs the fame:
But, for thy Truth & Mercy sake,
Ascribe it, to thy Name.

To say, where is their God!
Why should the Gentiles dare?
Since, he in heav'n hath his abode,
And, works his pleasure there?

Men's hands, their Idolls, make;
They, gold & silver be:
Possessing mouthes that cannot speake
And, eyes that cannot see.

Their eares are senseles to;
Their nostril smelleth not:
Their hands & feet, nor feel, nor goe;
No breath is in their throte.

All they, whoe those adore,
(Or forme them) like them be:
In God, let Isr'el trust therefore,
For, their defence is he.

On God, preserving them,
Let Aron's house depend:
Let those, who feare him, trust in him;
For, he will such defend,

God, will remember vs,
And, on vs, Mercy showe.
On Isr'el, & on Aron's house,
He, blessings will bestowe.

He prospers great & small,
That, fear of him professe:
You & your seed, likewise, he shall
Still, more & more, encrease.

Of God, you blessed be
Who made both earth & heav'n:
The heav'n of heav'ns, inhabits, he.
And, earth to men hath given.

Lord, none cann thee adore,
Who dead, & silenc't are:
But, I, both now & evermore,
Thy praises will declare.