Psalm 65 (Version 1, Part 1)

The praise of Sion waits for thee,

My God; and praise becomes thy house;

There shall thy saints thy glory see,

And there perform their public vows.

O thou, whose mercy bends the skies

To save when humble sinners pray,

All lands to thee shall lift their eyes

And islands of the northern sea.

Against my will my sins prevail,

But grace shall purge away their stain;

The blood of Christ will never fail

To wash my garments white again.

Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose,

And give him kind access to thee,

Give him a place within thy house,

To taste thy love divinely free.

Let Babel fear when Sion prays;

Babel, prepare for long distress

When Sion's God himself arrays

In terror, and in righteousness.

With dreadful glory God fulfils

What his afflicted saints request;

And with almighty wrath reveals

His love to give his churches rest.

Then shall the flocking nations run

To Sion's hill, and own their Lord;

The rising and the setting sun

Shall see their Saviour's name ador'd.