Not unto us, not unto us—
All praise be unto Thee!
For all the gold our coffers hold
Is Thine, from sea to sea.

Not unto us the glory, Lord,
For power on sea and land.
Thine be the praise, who set our ways,
Who guideth with Thy hand.

Not unto us the laurel crown,
Though name and fame be ours.
Without Thy aid all lowly laid
Would be our vaunted powers.

Not unto us, not unto us!
Upon Thy will we wait.
Through all the days Thy name we raise
Who made our nation great.

Not unto us, not unto us—
—All praise be unto Thee!
For all the gold our coffers hold
—Is Thine, from sea to sea.

Not unto us the glory, Lord,
—For power on sea and land.
Thine be the praise, who set our ways,
—Who guideth with Thy hand.

Not unto us the laurel crown,
—Though name and fame be ours.
Without Thy aid all lowly laid
—Would be our vaunted powers.

Not unto us, not unto us!
—Upon Thy will we wait.
Through all the days Thy name we raise
—Who made our nation great.