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XII. Psalm lxv.
Praise on Thee in Zion-gates
Daily, O Jehovah! waits.
Unto Thee, O God, belong
Grateful vows and holy song.
Unto Thee who hearest prayer,
Shall the tribes of men repair.
Tho' with conscious guilt oppressed,
On Thy mercy still I rest.
Thy forgiving love display:
Take, O Lord! our sins away.
Daily, O Jehovah! waits.
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Grateful vows and holy song.
Unto Thee who hearest prayer,
Shall the tribes of men repair.
Tho' with conscious guilt oppressed,
On Thy mercy still I rest.
Thy forgiving love display:
Take, O Lord! our sins away.
Oh, how blessed their reward,
Chosen servants of the Lord,
Who within Thy courts abide,
With Thy goodness satisfied!
Dear the sacred joys that spring
From the service of our King.
But how dire thy judgements fell,
Saviour of Thine Israel,
When Thy people's cry arose,
On their proud and impious foes!
Chosen servants of the Lord,
Who within Thy courts abide,
With Thy goodness satisfied!
Dear the sacred joys that spring
From the service of our King.
But how dire thy judgements fell,
Saviour of Thine Israel,
When Thy people's cry arose,
On their proud and impious foes!
Thou the hope and refuge art
Of remotest lands apart;
Distant isles and tribes unknown,
'Mid the ocean waste and lone.
By Thy boundless might set fast,
Rise the mountains firm and vast.
Thou canst with a word assuage
Ocean's wild and deafening rage,
Sounding like the tumult rude
Of a maddened multitude.
Of remotest lands apart;
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'Mid the ocean waste and lone.
By Thy boundless might set fast,
Rise the mountains firm and vast.
Thou canst with a word assuage
Ocean's wild and deafening rage,
Sounding like the tumult rude
Of a maddened multitude.
When Thy signs in Heaven appear,
Earth's remotest regions fear;
And the bounties of Thy hand
Fill with gladness every land;—
Those who first the morn descry,
Those beneath the western sky.
Earth's remotest regions fear;
And the bounties of Thy hand
Fill with gladness every land;—
Those who first the morn descry,
Those beneath the western sky.
Thou dost visit Earth, and rain
Blessings on the thirsty plain,
From the copious founts on high,
From the rivers of the sky.
When Thou hast prepared the soil
For the sower's hopeful toil,
Then again the heavens distil
Blessings on each terraced hill,
Whence the gathering waters flow
To the trenched plains below.
Softened by the genial showers,
Earth with plenty teems; and flowers,
Types of promised good, appear:
Thus Thy bounty crowns the year.
So the clouds Thy power confess,
And Thy paths drop fruitfulness;—
Drop upon the pastoral plain,
And the desert smiles again;
And the hills, with plenty crowned,
Are with gladness girt around.
White with flocks the downs are seen;
Cultured vales with corn are green;
And the voice of song and mirth
Rises from the tribes of Earth.
Blessings on the thirsty plain,
From the copious founts on high,
From the rivers of the sky.
When Thou hast prepared the soil
For the sower's hopeful toil,
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Blessings on each terraced hill,
Whence the gathering waters flow
To the trenched plains below.
Softened by the genial showers,
Earth with plenty teems; and flowers,
Types of promised good, appear:
Thus Thy bounty crowns the year.
So the clouds Thy power confess,
And Thy paths drop fruitfulness;—
Drop upon the pastoral plain,
And the desert smiles again;
And the hills, with plenty crowned,
Are with gladness girt around.
White with flocks the downs are seen;
Cultured vales with corn are green;
And the voice of song and mirth
Rises from the tribes of Earth.
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