Tune: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
Words: Chris Anderson
Music: George Elvey, 1858
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Not to us be glory, Lord;
not to us praise or reward.
You alone be magnified;
only Your name glorified.
For Your unrelenting love,
for Your faithfulness above,
Not to us, but to our King,
honor, praise, and glory bring!
Why should heathen mock the Lord?
"Where is He?" their scoffing word.
In the heav'ns He reigns alone,
ruling from His lofty throne.
What He pleases, He performs;
all to His design conforms.
Not to us, but to our King,
honor, praise, and glory bring!
Foolish men in vain have prayed
to the idols they have made;
Wooden eye and molten ear,
gods which neither see nor hear.
All who to such stones have fled
shall be like them: dull and dead.
Not to us, but to our King,
honor, praise, and glory bring!
Come, you saints and saints to come;
trust in God, your Help and Home.
All who fear Him, He recalls;
He will bless us, great and small.
Praise Him! Praise your Shield and Lord
all through life, then evermore!
Not to us, but to our King,
honor, praise, and glory bring!
Christ has claimed a chosen race
for the glory of His grace.
Who but He can praises claim?
Who boasts such a matchless name?
We whose song will never cease
long to fade, and Christ increase!
Not to us, but to our King,
honor, praise, and glory bring!
not to us praise or reward.
You alone be magnified;
only Your name glorified.
For Your unrelenting love,
for Your faithfulness above,
Not to us, but to our King,
honor, praise, and glory bring!
Why should heathen mock the Lord?
"Where is He?" their scoffing word.
In the heav'ns He reigns alone,
ruling from His lofty throne.
What He pleases, He performs;
all to His design conforms.
Not to us, but to our King,
honor, praise, and glory bring!
Foolish men in vain have prayed
to the idols they have made;
Wooden eye and molten ear,
gods which neither see nor hear.
All who to such stones have fled
shall be like them: dull and dead.
Not to us, but to our King,
honor, praise, and glory bring!
Come, you saints and saints to come;
trust in God, your Help and Home.
All who fear Him, He recalls;
He will bless us, great and small.
Praise Him! Praise your Shield and Lord
all through life, then evermore!
Not to us, but to our King,
honor, praise, and glory bring!
Christ has claimed a chosen race
for the glory of His grace.
Who but He can praises claim?
Who boasts such a matchless name?
We whose song will never cease
long to fade, and Christ increase!
Not to us, but to our King,
honor, praise, and glory bring!
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Words: © 2010 ChurchWorksMedia.com. All rights reserved.
Music: Public domain
These lyrics have been posted on Grace Music with permission from the copyright holder. They may be displayed or duplicated for corporate worship without a CCLI license. Lyrics should be displayed unaltered and include author and copyright information. All other uses require permission from the copyright holder.
Music: Public domain
These lyrics have been posted on Grace Music with permission from the copyright holder. They may be displayed or duplicated for corporate worship without a CCLI license. Lyrics should be displayed unaltered and include author and copyright information. All other uses require permission from the copyright holder.
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