Psalm LXV

Lord, praise in Sion waits for thee,
The Vows made [by us] we'll perform.
O thou that hearest sincere pray'r,
To thee all flesh [for help] shall come.
Injuries and iniquities
Against me have [had much] success,
ut thou wilt purge away the sin
[And guilt] of us who did transgress.

Blessed is he whom thou dost choose
To approach [nigh to] thee his God;
That in thy holy pleasant Courts
He may have his [constant] abode.
Our souls shall satisfied be
With the goodness and [Divine] grace
Which in thy blessed house abounds,
Even in thy chosen [holy] place.

Thy Justice will by dreadful things
An answer to us [waiting] give;
God of our help, the trust of all
On earth or [on the] sea that live.

The God of Power, who by strength
Set'st fast the [great and] massy hills.

Who the great noise of sea and waves,
And [raging] people's tumult stills.

Those that in utmost parts do dwell,
Are at thy [dreadful] signs afraid;
Mornings and evenings out-goings
By thee [sing and] are joyful made.

The earth thou visit'st, watering it,
Enrich'd [by thee] with fruit to grow;
By God's full streams: Thou Corn prepar'st,
Having [for it] provided so.

Her ridges thou dost water well,
Her [plowed] surrows settlest;
With showers thou dost make it soft,
Her [springing] fruit by thee is blest.

Thus thou the year from time to time
Dost with thy [bounteous] goodness crown,
And thy high paths do from above
On earth drop [plenteous] fatness down.

They drop upon the pasture-grounds
That lye [even] in [the] desart wide,
The little hills thereby refresh'd,
Rejoyce [with fruit] on every side.

The pastures cloathed are with Flocks,
The vallies [also] covered be
With Corn: Thy blessing is their joy,
Their fruits sing [praises] unto thee.