Words: The Scottish Psalter
To the chief Musician, A Psalm and Song of David.
1 Praise waits for thee in Zion, Lord: to thee vows paid shall be. 2 O thou that hearer art of pray'r, all flesh shall come to thee.
3 Iniquities, I must confess, prevail against me do: But as for our transgressions, them purge away shalt thou.
4 Blessed is the man whom thou dost choose, and mak'st approach to thee, That he within thy courts, O Lord, may still a dweller be:
We surely shall be satisfied with thy abundant grace, And with the goodness of thy house, ev'n of thy holy place.
5 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.
6 Who, being girt with pow'r, sets fast by his great strength the hills. 7 Who noise of seas, noise of their waves, and people's tumult, stills.
8 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.
9 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.
10 Her rigs thou wat'rest plenteously, her furrows settelest: With show'rs thou dost her mollify, her spring by thee is blest.
11 So thou the year most lib'rally dost with thy goodness crown; And all thy paths abundantly on us drop fatness down.
12 They drop upon the pastures wide, that do in deserts lie; The little hills on ev'ry side rejoice right pleasantly.
13 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.