Non Nobis, Domine!

Non Nobis, Domine!

Not unto us, O Lord,

The praise and glory be

Of any deed or word.

For in Thy judgement lies

To crown or bring to nought

All knowledge and device

That man has reached or wrought.

And we confess our blame,

How all too high we hold

That noise which men call fame,

That dross which men call gold.

For these we undergo

Our hot and godless days,

But in our souls we know

Not unto us the praise.

O Power by whom we live

Creator, Judge and Friend,

Upholdingly forgive,

Nor leave us at the end.

But grant us yet to see,

In all our piteous ways,

Non Nobis, Domine,

Not unto us the praise.