Psalm LXV

Verse 1

Before thy throne, O God of grace, Thy Sion would her vows perform; Her ardent vows in deep distress— O be her grateful praise as warm.

Verse 2

O thou who hear'st our humble cry, Our God, our refuge and our stay; To thee, shall mourning sinners fly, To thee, shall ev'ry nation pray.

Verse 3

Tho' sin prevails with dreadful sway, And hope almost expiring lies, Thy grace shall purge our sins away, And bid our dying hopes arise.

Verse 4

Happy the man approv'd by thee, Near to his God, thy chosen care; Thy constant goodness he shall see, The bounties of thy table share.

Verse 5

Whene'er thy injur'd people's cries Ascend before thy awful throne, All dreadful bright thy terrors rise, And make thy grace and justice known.

Verse 6

Thou art the confidence and stay Of the wide earth's remotest ends; And those who try the dang'rous sea, On thee their hope, their all depends.

Verse 7

Thy awful word, with potent found Firm bade the solid mountains stand; Thy pow'r encircles nature round; All nature rests upon thy hand.

Verse 8

That word which stills the raging seas, When the loud waves tempestuous roar, Commands the warring world to peace; And noise and tumult are no more.

Verse 9

Thy dreadful signs display'd abroad, Fill trembling nations with surprize; The trembling nations own the God, And lift their supplicating eyes.

Verse 10

The rising morn, the closing day, Repeat thy praise with grateful voice; Each in their turns thy pow'r display, And laden with thy gifts rejoice.

Verse 11

Earth's wide-extended varying scenes, All smiling round thy bounty show; From seas or clouds, full magazines, Thy rich diffusive blessings flow.

Verse 12

Now earth receives the precious seed, Which thy indulgent hand prepares; And nourishes the future bread, And answers all the sower's cares.

Verse 13

Thy sweet refreshing show'rs attend, And thro' the ridges gently flow, Soft on the springing corn descend; And thy kind blessing makes it grow.

Verse 14

Thy goodness crowns the circling year, Thy paths drop fatness all around; Ev'n barren wilds thy praise declare, And echoing hills return the sound.

Verse 15

Here spreading flocks adorn the plain, There plenty ev'ry charm displays; Thy bounty cloaths each lovely scene, And joyful nature shouts thy praise.