Words: The Scottish Psalter
1 O Lord, thou hast been favorable to thy beloved land: Jacob's captivity thou hast recalled with mighty hand.
2 Thou pardoned thy people hast all their iniquities; Thou all their trespasses and sins hast covered from thine eyes.
3 Thou took'st off all thine ire, and turn'dst from thy wrath's furiousness. 4 Turn us, God of our health, and cause thy wrath 'gainst us to cease.
5 Shall thy displeasure thus endure against us without end? Wilt thou to generations all thine anger forth extend?
6 That in thee may thy people joy, wilt thou not us revive? 7 Show us thy mercy, Lord, to us do thy salvation give.
8 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.
9 To them that fear him surely near is his salvation; That glory in our land may have her habitation.
10 Truth met with mercy, righteousness and peace kissed mutually: 11 Truth springs from earth, and righteousness looks down from heaven high.
12 Yea, what is good the Lord shall give; our land shall yield increase: 13 Justice, to set us in his steps, shall go before his face.