Though the earth sit silent, yet thy praise

Verse 1

Though the earth sit silent, yet thy praise, O God, in Sion's heard; There they perform, with cheerful lays, The vows they have preferred.

Verse 2

O thou, who dost thy listening ear To our request incline. All nations shall, to thee repair, And in thy praises join.

Verse 3

Prevailing sins, an heavy load, Might flowing mercy stay; But thou our crimes, O gracious God, Shalt wholly purge away.

Verse 4

Blessed man! thy choice; who near to thee, May in thy courts reside; With goodness of thy temple, we Shall then be satisfoed.

Verse 5

Thy justice, Lord, in dreadful styles Answers in our defense; Of distant lands, and farthest isles, Thou art the confidence.

Verse 6

The mountains, by thy mighty power, Fixed on their bases stand.

Verse 7

The seas, and people, cease to roar. When stilled by thy command.

Verse 8

Nations, in the remotest land, Revere thy tokens voice; The opening morn, at thy command, And closing eve, rejoice.

Verse 9

The thirsty earth, with fattening rain, From God's full springs above, Thou visitest; preparest grain, And mak'st it fruitful prove.

Verse 10

Thou, on the ridges, rain dost pour. And on the furrows bring; It's softened with thy gentle shower, Thy blessing makes it spring.

Verse 11

The various months throughout the year, Thou dost with goodness crown; Thy paths, which in the clouds appear. Drop plenteous fatness down.

Verse 12

They drop on desert's untilled ground, And clothe them in their pride; The little hills are girt around. With joy on every side.

Verse 13

The pastures bleating flocks adorn, With lowing herds they ring; The vales are covered o'er with corn, They shout for joy, and sing.