Psalm 65

Praise waits for thee in Sion, Lord:

to thee vows paid shall be.

O thou that hearer art of pray'r,

all flesh shall come to thee.

Iniquities, I must confess,

prevail against me do:

But as for our transgressions,

them purge away shalt thou.

Bless'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.

O 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.

Who, being girt with pow'r, sets fast

by his great strength the hills.

Who noise of seas, noise of their waves,

and people's tumult, stills.

Those in the utmost parts that dwell

are at thy signs afraid:

Th' outgoings of the morn and ev'n

by thee are joyful made.

The 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.

Her rigs thou wat'rest plenteously,

her furrows settelest:

With show'rs thou dost her mollify,

her spring by thee is blest.

So thou the year most lib'rally

dost with thy goodness crown;

And all thy paths abundantly

on us drop fatness down.

They drop upon the pastures wide,

that do in deserts lie;

The little hills on ev'ry side

rejoice right pleasantly.

With 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.