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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: God our Defense and Salvation; God our Defense and Salvation 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: God our Defense and Salvation; God our Defense and Salvation 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: God our Defense and Salvation; God our Defense and Salvation 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: God our Defense and Salvation; God our Defense and Salvation 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: God our Defense and Salvation; God our Defense and Salvation 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: God our Defense and Salvation; God our Defense and Salvation 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: God our Defense and Salvation; God our Defense and Salvation 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: God our Defense and Salvation; God our Defense and Salvation 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

Divine Protection

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.) #223 (1786) Topics: Defense in God; Defense in God First Line: Up to the hills I lift mine eyes Lyrics: 1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, Th' eternal hills beyond the skies; Thence all her help my soul derives; There my almighty refuge lives. 2 He lives; the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood; The heavens with all their hosts he made, And the dark regions of the dead. 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning smiles adorn the day; He spreads the evening veil, and keeps The silent hours while Israel sleeps. 4 Israel, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest; Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber, nor surprise. 5 No sun shall smite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with sickly ray Shall blast thy couch; nor baleful star Dart his malignant fire so far. 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go, and still return Safe in the Lord! his heavenly care Defends thy life from every snare. 7 On thee foul spirits have no power; And in thy last departing hour Angels that trace the airy road, Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. Scripture: Psalm 121 Languages: English

Divine Protection

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #223 (1790) Topics: Defense in God; Defense in God First Line: Up to the hills I lift mine eyes Lyrics: 1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, Th' eternal hills beyond the skies; Thence all her help my soul derives; There my almighty refuge lives. 2 He lives; the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood; The heavens with all their hosts he made, And the dark regions of the dead. 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning smiles adorn the day; He spreads the evening vail, and keeps The silent hours while Israel sleeps. 4 Israel, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest; Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber, nor surprise. 5 No sun shall smite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with sickly ray Shall blast thy couch: nor baleful star Dart his malignant fire so far. 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go, and still return Safe in the Lord! his heavenly care Defends thy life from every snare. 7 On thee foul spirits have no power; And in thy last departing hour Angels that trace the airy road, Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. Scripture: Psalm 121 Languages: English