Psalm 115 (Non nobis, Domine)

Not us, I say, not us,
But thine owne name respect, eternall Lord:
And make it glorious,
To show thy mercy and confirme thy word.
Why, Lord, why should these nations say
Where doth your God now make his stay?

You ask where our God is?
In heav'n enthron'd, no mark of mortal eye.
Nor hath, nor will he misse
What likes his will, to will effectually;
What are your idolls? we demand:
Gold, silver, workes of workmens hand.

They mouthes, but speechlesse, have:
Eyes sightlesse; eares, no newes of noise can tell;
Who them their noses gave
Gave not their noses any sence of smell;
Nor handes can feele, nor feete can goe,
Nor signe of sound their throates can show.

And wherin differ you,
Who, having made them, make of them your trust?
But Israel pursue
Thy trust in God, the targett of the just.
O Arons howse, the like doe yee:
He is their aid, their targett he.

All that Jehovah feare,
Trust in Jehovah, he our aid and shield:
He us in mind doth beare,
He will to us aboundant blessings yield:
Will evermore with grace and good
Blesse Jacobs howse, blesse Arons brood.

Blesse all that beare him awe,
Both great and small; the conduites of his store,
He never dry shall draw,
But you and youres enrich still more and more.
Blest, O thrice blest, whom he hath chose,
Who first with heav'ns did earth enclose.

Where height of highest skies
Removed most from floore of lowly ground
With vaulted roofe doth rise:
Him self tooke up his dwelling there to found.
To mortall men he gratious gave
The lowly ground to hold and have.

And why? his praise to show:
Which how can dead men, Lord, in any wise?
Who downe descending goe
Into the place where silence lodged lies.
But save us: we thy praise record
Will now and still: O praise the Lord.