Psalm 65

PRaise waiteth for thee still,
O God, in Sions hill:
And unto thee
The vow shall be
Performed with good will.
O thou that hearest pray'rs,
To thee all flesh repairs:
My sins assail
And so prevail,
They fill me with dispairs.
But Lord no sins are they,
But what thou dost away:
O blest are those
Whom thou hast chose,
That neer approach thee may:
Within thy Courts to abide,
Where we are full suppli'd
With grace, of which
Thy house is rich,
Thy Temple sanctifi'd.
Thou wilt, by dreadfull things,
Which thy sure justice brings;
An answer frame,
O thou great name,
Whence our salvation springs.
Who art the confidence
Of earths concumference:
And also theirs
Whom th'Ocean bears,
Remote so far from hence.
Whose strength sets fast the hills,
And, girt with pow'r, he stills
The Sea that raves
With boist'rous waves,
And mens rebellious wills:
Thy signs affright the stout,
Who all parts dwell about:
The mornings voice
Thou mak'st rejoice,
And th'evenings goings out.

2. Part.
THou visitest the land,
And wat'rest with thy hand:
Gods river which
Makes earth so rich,
Powrs down at thy command.
It do'th with water flow,
And corn thou do'st bestow,
When as thou hast,
By thy forecast,
Provided for it so.
Her ridges that are dry,
Thou wat'rest plenteously:
Her furrowes cast
Thou setlest fast,
And softning show'rs apply.
Thy blessings make the crop,
To spring upon its top:
Thou crownest th'yeer
With goodnes meer,
Thy paths doe fatness drop.
The pastures are suppli'd,
And desarts far and wide,
While rain distills
The little hills
Rejoyce on every side.
The covered vallies spring
With corn which they forth-bring:
The pastures glad
With flocks are clad,
They shout for joy and sing.