Psalm 65

Common Metre (8,6,8,6)

Suggested Tunes:

(vv.1-4) 51 Dunfermline, 157 St Matthew, 126 St Stephen

(vv.5-8) 114 St Gregory, 76 Huddersfield

(vv.9-13) 66 Glasgow, 23 Arnold

1    Praise waits for thee in Sion, Lord:

            to thee vows paid shall be.

2    O thou that hearer art of pray’r,

            all flesh shall come to thee.

3    Iniquities, I must confess,

            prevail against me do:

      But as for our transgressions,

            them purge away shalt thou.

4    Bless’d is the man whom thou dost chuse,

            and mak’st approach to thee,

      That he within thy courts, O Lord,

            may still a dweller be:

      We surely shall be satisfy’d

            with thy abundant grace,

      And with the goodness of thy house,

            ev’n of thy holy place.

5    O God of our salvation,

            thou, in thy righteousness,

      By fearful works unto our pray’rs

            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 settelest:

      With show’rs thou dost her mollify,

            her spring by thee is blest.

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 clothed be,

            the vales with corn are clad;

      And now they shout and sing to thee,

            for thou hast made them glad.