1 Praise waits for thee in Zion, Lord: to thee vows paid shall be. 2 O thou that hearer art of prayer, all flesh shall come to thee. 3 Iniquities, I must confess, prevail against me do: But as for our transgrëssions, 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 salvätion, thou, in thy righteousness, By fearful works unto our prayers 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 settlest: With show'rs thou dost her mollify, her spring by thee is blessed. 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 clothèd be, the vales with corn are clad; And now they shout and sing to thee, for thou hast made them glad.