LORD, not to us, O not to us—

LORD, not to us, O not to us— to your name be the praise, Because your love and faithfulness endure, O LORD, always.

Why do the nations question us? “Where is their God?” they say. Our God inhabits heaven high and over all holds sway.

Their gold and silver images are crafted carefully, But they have mouths which cannot speak, and eyes which cannot see.

Their noses have no sense of smell; their ears can hear no sound. They have no feeling in their hands, nor can they walk around.

Although these idols do have throats, no word can they proclaim. Their makers and their worshippers will all become like them.

O house of Isr’el, place your trust upon the LORD alone; He is the mighty help and shield of all who are his own.

O house of Aaron, trust the LORD; he is their help and shield. All you who fear him, trust the LORD; he is your help and shield.

The LORD remembers Israel and he will bless us all— The house of Aaron and all those who fear him, great and small.

May God the LORD make you increase— both you and all your line. May you be blessed by God, who makes all things by his design.

The highest heavens belong to God; the earth to us he gave. It’s not the dead who praise the LORD; they’re silent in the grave.

But we extol the LORD on high, his majesty proclaim. Both now and evermore exalt and praise his holy name!