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.