Psalm 67 (Deus misereatur)

God, on us thy mercy show,
Make on us thy blessings flow:
Thy faces beames
From heav'n upon us show'r
In shining streames,
That all may see
The way of thee,
And know thy saving pow'r.

God, the nations praise thee shall,
Thee shall praise the nations all:
To mirth and joy
All such as earth possesse
Shall them employ:
For thou their guide
Go'st never wide
From truth and righteousnes.

God, the nations praise thee shall,
Thee shall praise the nations all:
Then ev'ry field,
As far as earth hath end,
Rich fruites shall yield:
And God, our God,
With blisse shall load,
Who of his blisse depend.

God, I say, with plenteous blisse,
To enrich us shall not misse:
And from the place
The father of the yeere
Begins his race,
To Zephyrs west,
His races rest,
All lands his force shall feare.