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'dwith 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'rsthine answer dost express:Therefore the ends of all the earth,and those afar that beUpon the sea, their confidence,O Lord, will place in thee.
6 Who, being girt with pow'r, sets fastby 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 dwellare at thy signs afraid:Th' outgoings of the morn and ev'nby thee are joyful made.
9 The earth thou visit'st, wat'ring it;thou mak'st it rich to growWith 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'rallydost with thy goodness crown;And all thy paths abundantlyon us drop fatness down.
12 They drop upon the pastures wide,that do in deserts lie;The little hills on ev'ry siderejoice 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.