Non nobis Domine!, Not unto us, O Lord! The Praise or Glory be Of any deed or word; For in Thy Judgment lies To crown or bring to nought All knowledge or 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 hearts we know Not unto us the Praise. O Power by Whom we live, Creator, Judge, and Friend, Upholdingly forgive Nor fail us at the end: But grant us well to see In all our piteous ways, Non nobis Domine!, Not unto us the Praise!