1 Praise waits for thee in Sion, Lord:
to thee vows paid shall be.
2 O thou that hearer art of pray’r,
all flesh shall come to thee.
3 Iniquities, I must confess,
prevail against me do:
But as for our transgressions,
them purge away shalt thou.
4 Bless’d is the man whom thou dost chuse,
and mak’st approach to thee,
That he within thy courts, O Lord,
may still a dweller be:
We surely shall be satisfy’d
with thy abundant grace,
And with the goodness of thy house,
ev’n of thy holy place.
5 O God of our salvation,
thou, in thy righteousness,
By fearful works unto our pray’rs
thine answer dost express:
Therefore the ends of all the earth,
and those afar that be
Upon the sea, their confidence,
O Lord, will place in thee.
6 Who, being girt with pow’r, sets fast
by his great strength the hills.
7 Who noise of seas, noise of their waves,
and people’s tumult, stills.
8 Those in the utmost parts that dwell
are at thy signs afraid:
Th’ outgoings of the morn and ev’n
by thee are joyful made.
9 The earth thou visit’st, wat’ring it;
thou mak’st it rich to grow
With God’s full flood; thou corn prepar’st,
when thou provid’st it so.
10 Her rigs thou wat’rest plenteously,
her furrows settelest:
With show’rs thou dost her mollify,
her spring by thee is blest.
11 So thou the year most lib’rally
dost with thy goodness crown;
And all thy paths abundantly
on us drop fatness down.
12 They drop upon the pastures wide,
that do in deserts lie;
The little hills on ev’ry side
rejoice right pleasantly.
13 With flocks the pastures clothed be,
the vales with corn are clad;
And now they shout and sing to thee,
for thou hast made them glad.