A Psalm for the sons of Korah.
O Lord, thou hast been favourable
to thy beloved land:
Jacob's captivity thou hast
recall'd with mighty hand.
Thou pardoned thy people hast
all their iniquities;
Thou all their trespasses and sins
hast cover'd from thine eyes.
Thou took'st off all thine ire, and turn'dst
from thy wrath's furiousness.
Turn us, God of our health, and cause
thy wrath 'gainst us to cease.
Shall thy displeasure thus endure
against us without end?
Wilt thou to generations all
thine anger forth extend?
That in thee may thy people joy,
wilt thou not us revive?
Shew us thy mercy, Lord, to us
do thy salvation give.
I'll hear what God the Lord will speak:
to his folk he'll speak peace,
And to his saints; but let them not
return to foolishness.
To them that fear him surely near
is his salvation;
That glory in our land may have
her habitation.
Truth met with mercy, righteousness
and peace kiss'd mutually:
Truth springs from earth, and righteousness
looks down from heaven high.
Yea, what is good the Lord shall give;
our land shall yield increase:
Justice, to set us in his steps,
shall go before his face.