1 Silence! For Thee; the praise, O GOD,
doth wait in Zion-hill;
And all the vows we made to Thee
we chearfully fulfil.
2 O Thou who hearest humble pray'rs,
which to Thee off'red are,
To Thee all sons of men shall come,
and to Thee we repair.
3 Works of iniquity prevail
against us at this day;
Yet as for our transgressions, Thou
wilt cleanse them clear away.
4 O blessed is the man of whom
Thou thy free choice dost make;
And that he in thy courts may dwell
him near to Thee dost take.
For there we shall be satisfy'd,
with thine abundant grace,
With all the good things of thy house,
thy chosen holy place.
5 By dreadful things in righteousness
by Thee wrought wondrously,
O God of our salvation, Thou
wilt answer to our cry:
Who of the ends of all the earth
art the firm hope and stay;
And of all those who far abroad,
are toss'd upon the sea.
6 Girded with strength, He fixes fast
the mountains and high hills;
7 And all the noise of seas and waves,
and rage of nations stills.
8 All in the utmost parts who dwell
are at thy signs afraid;
Yet Thou the goings forth of morn
and ev'ning makest glad.
9 Thou visitest the thirsty earth,
and mak'st it rich and rain:
GOD's river full of water is;
and Thou preparest grain.
10 Her ridges richly wat'rest Thou,
her furrows Thou set'st fast;
With show'rs Thou mak'st her soft to be,
her springing blest Thou hast.
11 Thou with thy goodness dost the year
adorn as with a crown;
And thy full paths along the clouds,
drop their rich fatness down.
12 On pastures of the wilderness,
refreshing they distill:
And girt with joy on ev'ry side,
is ev'ry little hill.
13 With flocks and pastures cloathed are,
with corn the valleys spring;
All over cover'd, all adorn'd,
they shout for joy and sing.