Praise waits for Thee in Zion, Lord, To Thee vows paid shall be

Verse 1

Praise waits for thee in Zion, Lord: to thee vows paid shall be. O thou that hearer art of prayer, all flesh shall come to thee. Iniquities, I must confess, prevail against me do: But as for our transgrëssions, them purge away shalt thou.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

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 settlest: With show'rs thou dost her mollify, her spring by thee is blessed.

Verse 6

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.

Verse 7

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.