¹Praise waits for thee in Sion, Lord:

to thee vows paid shall be.

²O thou that hearer art of pray’r,

all flesh shall come to thee.

³Iniquities, I must confess,

prevail against me do:

But as for our transgressions,

them purge away shalt thou.

⁴Bless’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’d

with thy abundant grace,

And with the goodness of thy house,

ev’n of thy holy place.

⁵O God of our salvation,

thou, in thy righteousness,

By fearful works unto our pray’rs

thine answer dost express:

Therefore the ends of all the earth,

and those afar that be

Upon the sea, their confidence,

O Lord, will place in thee.

⁶Who, being girt with pow’r, sets fast

by his great strength the hills.

⁷Who noise of seas, noise of their waves,

and people’s tumult, stills.

⁸Those in the utmost parts that dwell

are at thy signs afraid:

Th’ outgoings of the morn and ev’n

by thee are joyful made.

⁹The earth thou visit’st, wat’ring it;

thou mak’st it rich to grow

With God’s full flood; thou corn prepar’st,

when thou provid’st it so.

¹⁰Her rigs thou wat’rest plenteously,

her furrows settelest:

With show’rs thou dost her mollify,

her spring by thee is blest.

¹¹So thou the year most lib’rally

dost with thy goodness crown;

And all thy paths abundantly

on us drop fatness down.

¹²They drop upon the pastures wide,

that do in deserts lie;

The little hills on ev’ry side

rejoice right pleasantly.

¹³With 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.