1 O Lord, thou hast been favourable
to thy beloved land:
Jacob’s captivity thou hast
recall’d with mighty hand.
2 Thou pardoned thy people hast
all their iniquities;
Thou all their trespasses and sins
hast cover’d from thine eyes.
3 Thou took’st off all thine ire, and turn’dst
from thy wrath’s furiousness.
4 Turn us, God of our health, and cause
thy wrath ‘gainst us to cease.
5 Shall thy displeasure thus endure
against us without end?
Wilt thou to generations all
thine anger forth extend?
6 That in thee may thy people joy,
wilt thou not us revive?
7 Shew us thy mercy, Lord, to us
do thy salvation give.
8 I’ll hear what God the Lord will speak:
to his folk he’ll speak peace,
And to his saints; but let them not
return to foolishness.
9 To them that fear him surely near
is his salvation;
That glory in our land may have
10 Truth met with mercy, righteousness
and peace kiss’d mutually:
11 Truth springs from earth, and righteousness
looks down from heaven high.
12 Yea, what is good the Lord shall give;
our land shall yield increase:
13 Justice, to set us in his steps,
shall go before his face.
Source: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P91