PSALM CXV.

Tate and Brady

2 Why should the heathen cry, Where's now
The God whom we adore?
3 Convince them that in heav'n thou art,
And uncontroll'd thy pow'r.

4 Their gods but gold and silver are,
The works of mortal hands;
5.With speechless mouth and sightless eyes
The molten idol stands.

6 The pageant has both ears and nose,
But neither hears nor smells;
7 Its hands and feet nor feel nor move,
No life within it dwells.

8 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.

9 O Israel, make the Lord your trust,
Who is your help and shield:
10 Priests, Levites, trust in him alone,
Who only help can yield.

11 Let all, who truly fear the Lord,
On him they fear rely:
Who them in danger can defend,
And all their wants supply.

12, 13 Of us he oft has mindful been,
And Israel's house will bless;
Priests, Levites, Proselytes, e'en all
Who his great Name confess.

14 On you, and on your heirs, he will
Increase of blessings bring;
15 Thrice happy you, who fav'rites are
Of this almighty King!

16 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.

17 They who in death and silence sleep
To him no praise afford:
18 But we will bless for evermore
Our ever-living Lord.