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Scottish Psalter: Psalm 65

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Psalm 65: Praise waits for thee in Sion, Lord

To the chief Musician, A Psalm and Song of David.

Meter: C.M. (8,6,8,6)

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.