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The true God our Refuge, or, Idolatry reproved

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #202b (1786) Topics: Idolatry reproved; Idolatry reproved First Line: Not to ourselves, who are but dust Lyrics: 1 Not to ourselves, who are but dust, Not to ourselves is glory due, Eternal God, thou only just, Thou only gracious, wise and true. 2 Display to earth thy dreadful name; Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us, and, to raise our shame, Say, Where's the God you've serv'd so long? 3 The God we serve maintains his throne, Above the clouds, beyond the skies; Through all the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 4 But the vain idols they adore Are senseless shapes of stone and wood: At best a mass of glittering ore, A silver saint, and golden god. 5 [With eyes and ears, they carve the head; Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind; In vain are costly offerings made, And vows are scatter'd in the wind. 6 Their feet were never made to move, Nor hands to save when mortals pray; Mortals that pay them fear or love, Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 7 Oh Israel, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up, And bless the people and the priest. 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise, They dwell in silence and the grave; But we shall live to sing thy grace, And tell the world thy power to save. Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English

The true God our Refuge, or, Idolatry reproved

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #202b (1790) Topics: Idolatry reproved; Idolatry reproved First Line: Not to ourselves, who are but dust Lyrics: 1 Not to ourselves, who are but dust, Not to ourselves is glory due, Eternal God, thou only just, Thou only gracious, wise and true. 2 Display to earth thy dreadful name; Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us, and, to raise our shame, Say, Where's the God you've serv'd so long? 3 The God we serve maintains his throne, Above the clouds, beyond the skies; Through all the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 4 But the vain idols they adore Are senseless shapes of stone and wood: At best a mass of glittering ore, A silver saint, and golden god. 5 [With eyes and ears, they carve the head; Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind; In vain are costly offerings made, And vows are scatter'd in the wind. 6 Their feet were never made to move, Nor hands to save when mortals pray; Mortals that pay them fear or love, Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 7 Oh Israel, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up, And bless the people and the priest. 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise, They dwell in silence and the grave; But we shall live to sing thy grace, And tell the world thy power to save. Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English

Idolatry reproved

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #203 (1786) Topics: Idolatry reproved; Idolatry reproved First Line: Not to our names, thou only just and true Lyrics: 1 Not to our names, thou only just and true Not to our worthless names is glory due: Thy power and grace, thy truth and justice claim Immortal honours to thy sovereign name; Shine thro' the earth from heaven thy blest abode, Nor let the heathens say, And where's your God. 2 Heaven is thine higher court there stands thy throne And through the lower worlds thy will is done: God fram'd this earth, the starry heavens he spread, But fools adore the gods their hands have made; The kneeling croud, with looks devout behold Their silver saviours, and their saints of gold. 3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears; The molten image neither sees nor hears: Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move, They have no speech, nor thought, nor power, nor love; Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints To their deaf idols, and their moveless saints. 4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold; The poor content with gods of coarser mould, With tools of iron carve the senseless stock Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock; People and priests drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made. 5 Be heaven and earth amaz'd! 'Tis hard to say Which is more stupid, or their gods, or they. O Israel trust the Lord: He hears and sees, He knows thy sorrows and restores thy peace; His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thine heavenly shield. 6 In God we trust; our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin and oppose his reign; Had they prevail'd darkness had clos'd our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise: But we are sav'd, and live: Let songs arise, And Zion bless the God that built the skies. Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English

Idolatry reproved

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #203 (1790) Topics: Idolatry reproved; Idolatry reproved First Line: Not to our names, thou only just and true Lyrics: 1 Not to our names, thou only just and true Not to our worthless names is glory due: Thy power and grace, thy truth and justice claim Immortal honours to thy sovereign name; Shine thro' the earth from heaven thy blest abode, Nor let the heathens say, And where's your God. 2 Heaven is thine higher court there stands thy throne And through the lower worlds thy will is done: God fram'd this earth, the starry heavens he spread, But fools adore the gods their hands have made; The kneeling croud, with looks devout behold Their silver saviours, and their saints of gold. 3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears! The molten image neither sees nor hears; Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move, They have no speech, nor thought, nor power, nor love; Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints To their deaf idols, and their moveless saints. 4 The rich have statutes well adorn'd with gold; The poor content with gods of coarser mould, With tools of iron carve the senseless stock Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock; People and priests drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made. 5 Be heaven and earth amaz'd! 'Tis hard to say Which is more stupid, or their gods, or they: O Israel trust the Lord: He hears and sees, He knows thy sorrows and restores thy peace: His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thine heavenly shield. 6 In God we trust; our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin and oppose his reign; Had they prevail'd darkness had clos'd our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise: But we are sav'd, and live: Let songs arise, And Zion bless the God that built the skies. Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English

The true God our Refuge, or, Idolatry reproved

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #215 (1786) Topics: Idolatry reproved; Idolatry reproved First Line: Not to ourselves, who are but dust Lyrics: 1 Not to ourselves, who are but dust, Not to ourselves is glory due, Eternal God, thou only just, Thou only gracious, wise and true. 2 Display to earth thy dreadful name; Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us, and, to raise our shame, Say, Where's the God you've serv'd so long? 3 The God we serve maintains his throne, Above the clouds, beyond the skies; Through all the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 4 But the vain idols they adore Are senseless shapes of stone and wood: At best a mass of glittering ore, A silver saint, and golden god. 5 [With eyes and ears, they carve the head; Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind; In vain are costly offerings made, And vows are scatter'd in the wind. 6 Their feet were never made to move, Nor hands to save when mortals pray; Mortals that pay them fear or love, Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 7 Oh Israel, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up, And bless the people and the priest. 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise, They dwell in silence and the grave; But we shall live to sing thy grace, And tell the world thy power to save. Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English

The true God our Refuge, or, Idolatry reproved

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #215 (1787) Topics: Idolatry reproved; Idolatry reproved First Line: Not to ourselves, who are but dust Lyrics: 1 Not to ourselves, who are but dust, Not to ourselves is glory due, Eternal God, thou only just, Thou only gracious, wise and true. 2 Display to earth thy dreadful name; Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us, and, to raise our shame, Say, Where's the God you've serv'd so long? 3 The God we serve maintains his throne, Above the clouds, beyond the skies; Through all the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 4 But the vain idols they adore Are senseless shapes of stone and wood: At best a mass of glittering ore, A silver saint, or golden god. 5 [With eyes and ears, they carve the head; Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind; In vain are costly offerings made, And vows are scatter'd in the wind. 6 Their feet were never made to move, Nor hands to save when mortals pray; Mortals that pay them fear or love, Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 7 Oh Israel, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up, And bless the people and the priest. 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise, They dwell in silence and the grave; But we shall live to sing thy grace, And tell the world thy power to save. Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English

Idolatry reproved

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #216 (1786) Topics: Idolatry reproved; Idolatry reproved First Line: Not to our names, thou only just and true Lyrics: 1 Not to our names, thou only just and true Not to our worthless names is glory due: Thy power and grace, thy truth and justice claim Immortal honours to thy sovereign name; Shine thro' the earth from heaven thy blest abode; Nor let the heathens say, And where's your God. 2 Heaven is thine higher court: there stands thy throne And through the lower worlds thy will is done: God fram'd this earth, the starry heavens he spread, But fools adore the gods their hands have made; The kneeling croud, with looks devout behold Their silver saviours, and their saints of gold. 3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears; The molten image neither sees nor hears: Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move, They have no speech, nor thought, nor power, nor love; Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints To their deaf idols, and their moveless saints. 4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold; The poor content with gods of coarser mould, With tools of iron carve the senseless stock Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock; People and priest drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made. 5 Be heaven and earth amaz'd! 'Tis hard to say Which is more stupid, or their gods, or they. O Israel trust the Lord: He hears and sees, He knows thy sorrows and restores thy peace; His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thine heavenly shield. 6 In God we trust; our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin and oppose his reign; Had they prevail'd darkness had clos'd our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise: But we are sav'd, and live: Let songs arise, And Zion bless the God that built the skies. Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English

Idolatry reproved

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #216 (1787) Topics: Idolatry reproved; Idolatry reproved First Line: Not to our names, thou only just and true Lyrics: 1 Not to our names, thou only just and true Not to our worthless names is glory due: Thy power and grace, thy truth and justice claim Immortal honours to thy sovereign name; Shine thro' the earth from heaven thy blest abode; Nor let the heathens say, And where's your God. 2 Heaven is thine higher court: there stands thy throne And through the lower worlds thy will is done: God fram'd this earth, the starry heavens he spread, But fools adore the gods their hands have made; The kneeling croud, with looks devout behold Their silver saviours, and their saints of gold. 3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears; The molten image neither sees nor hears: Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move, They have no speech, nor thought, nor power, nor love; Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints To their deaf idols, and their moveless saints. 4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold; The poor content with gods of coarser mould, With tools of iron carve the senseless stock Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock; People and priest drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made. 5 Be heaven and earth amaz'd! 'Tis hard to say Which is more stupid, or their gods, or they. O Israel trust the Lord: He hears and sees, He knows thy sorrows and restores thy peace; His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thine heavenly shield. 6 In God we trust; our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin and oppose his reign; Had they prevail'd darkness had clos'd our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise: But we are sav'd, and live: Let songs arise, And Zion bless the God that built the skies. Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English

The true God our Refuge; or, Idolatry reproved

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #207b (1740) Topics: Idolatry reproved First Line: Not to ourselves, who are but Dust Lyrics: 1 Not to ourselves, who are but Dust, Not to ourselves is Glory due, Eternal GOD, Thou only Just, Thou only Gracious, Wise, and True. 2 Shine forth in all thy dreadful Name; Why should a Heathen's haughty Tongue Insult us, and to raise our Shame, Say, Where's the GOD you've serv'd so long? 3 The GOD we serve maintains his Throne Above the clouds, beyond the Skies, Through all the Earth his Will is done. He knows our Groans, he hears our Cries. 4 But the vain Idols they adore, Are senseless Shapes of Stone and Wood; At best a Mass of glitt'ring Ore, A silver Saint or golden God. 5 [With Eyes and Ears they carve their Head; Deaf are their Ears, their Eyes are blind; In vain are costly Off'rings made, And Vows are scatter'd in the Wind. 6 Their Feet were never made to move, Nor Hands to save when Mortals pray; Mortals that pay them Fear or Love Seem to be blind and deaf as they.] 7 O Isr'el, make the Lord thy Hope, Thy Help, thy Refuge, and thy Rest; The Lord shall build thy Ruins up, And bless the People and the Priest. 8 The Dead no more can speak thy Praise, They dwell in Silence and the Grave; But we shall live to sing thy Grace, And tell the World thy Pow'r to save. Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English

Popish Idolatry reproved: a Psalm for the 5th of November

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #208 (1740) Topics: Idolatry reproved First Line: Not to our Names, thou only Just and True Lyrics: 1 Not to our Names, thou only Just and True, Not to our worthless Names is Glory due; Thy Pow'r & Grace, thy Truth & Justice, claim Immortal Honours to thy sov'reign Name. Shine through the earth from Heav'n, thy blest Abode Nor let the Heathens say, "And where's your God? 2 Heav'n is thine higher Court: There stands thy throne, And thro' the lower Worlds thy Will is done; Our God fram'd all this Earth, these Heav'ns he spread, But Fools adore the Gods their Hands have made. The kneeling Crowd, with Looks devout, behold Their Silver Saviours, and their Saints of Gold. 3 [Vain are those artful Shapes of Eyes and Ears; The molten Image neither sees nor hears; Their Hands are helpless, nor their Feet can move, They have no Speech, nor Thought, nor Pow'r, nor Love; Yet sottish Mortals make their long Complaints To their deaf Idols and their moveless Saints. 4 The Rich have Statues well adorn'd with Gold, The Poor content with Gods of coarser Mould, With Tools of Iron carve the senseless Stock, Lopt from a Tree, or broken from a Rock; People and Priest drive on the solemn Trade, And trust the Gods, that Saws and Hammers made.] 5 Be Heav'n and Earth amaz'd! 'Tis hard to say Which is more stupid, or their Gods, or they, O Isr'el, trust the Lord: He hears and sees, He knows thy Sorrows and restores thy Peace; His Worship does a thousand Comforts yield, He is thy Help, and he thy heav'nly Shield. 6 O Britain, trust the Lord: Thy foes in vain Attempt thy Ruin, and oppose his Reign; Had they prevail'd, Darkness had clos'd our Days, And Death and Silence had forbid his Praise; But we are sav'd, and live; Let Songs arise, And Britons bless the GOD that built the Skies. Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English