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,

Refrain: 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. Refrain

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.  Refrain

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!  Refrain

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.  Refrain