Psalm LXV.
1
Praise waits for thee in Sion, Lord,
And we our vows will pay:
All flesh on earth shall come to thee,
Who hearest them that pray.
2
Our Sins, O God, we must confess,
Have too prevailing been:
But let them all be wash'd away,
And never more be seen.
3
O blest is he, whom thou dost choose
Within thy Courts to dwell:
For with the goodness of thy house
He shall be filled well.
4
Thy dreadful judgments we have seen,
And wonders of thy hand;
O Saviour, who art the hope
Of all by Sea and land.
5
Who by his power has fixed fast
The hills and mountains strong:
Who stills the raging of the Waves,
And tumults of the throng.
6
The utmost parts of all the earth
With joy thy wonders see:
And all the world from East to West
Rejoice and Sing to thee.
7
Thou visitest the thirsty earth,
From heaven thy waters flow:
Such preparation thou hast made
To make the Corn to grow.
8
Her ridges thou dost water well,
And furrows fill with rain:
Thy showers mollify the clods,
And make it spring amain.
9
With goodness thou hast crown'd the year,
Thy clouds much fatness yield:
The pastures and the hills rejoice
In wilderness and field.
10
With flocks the pastures clothed are,
With corn the vales below:
They shout for joy, and sing to thee,
From whom these blessings flow.
