651 Praise waits for you, God, in Zion.
To you shall vows be performed. 2 You who hear prayer,
to you all men will come. 3 Sins overwhelmed me,
but you atoned for our transgressions. 4 Blessed is one whom you choose, and cause to come near,
that he may live in your courts.
We will be filled with the goodness of your house,
your holy temple. 5 By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us,
God of our salvation.
You who are the hope of all the ends of the earth,
of those who are far away on the sea;
6 Who by his power forms the mountains,
having armed yourself with strength; 7 who stills the roaring of the seas,
the roaring of their waves,
and the turmoil of the nations. 8 They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders.
You call the morning’s dawn and the evening with songs of joy. 9 You visit the earth, and water it.
You greatly enrich it.
The river of God is full of water.
You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it. 10 You drench its furrows.
You level its ridges.
You soften it with showers.
You bless it with a crop. 11 You crown the year with your bounty.
Your carts overflow with abundance. 12 The wilderness grasslands overflow.
The hills are clothed with gladness. 13 The pastures are covered with flocks.
The valleys also are clothed with grain.
They shout for joy!
They also sing.
651 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David: a Song. Praise waiteth for thee in silence, O God, in Zion; and unto thee shall the vow be performed. 2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come. 3 Iniquities have prevailed against me: our transgressions, thou wilt forgive them. 4 Blessed is he whom thou choosest and causest to approach: he shall dwell in thy courts. We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, of thy holy temple. 5 By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, thou confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the distant regions of the sea. ...
6 Who by his strength established the mountains, being girded with power; 7 Who stilleth the raging of the seas, the raging of their waves, and the tumult of the peoples. 8 And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice. 9 Thou hast visited the earth, thou hast watered it; thou greatly enrichest it: the river of God is full of water; thou providest their corn, when thou hast so prepared it: 10 Thou dost satiate its furrows, thou smoothest its clods, thou makest it soft with showers; thou blessest the springing thereof. 11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness: 12 They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the hills are girded with gladness. 13 The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, yea, they sing.
651 It is right for you, O God, to have praise in Zion: to you let the offering be made. 2 To you, O hearer of prayer, let the words of all flesh come. 3 Evils have overcome us: but as for our sins, you will take them away. 4 Happy is the man of your selection, to whom you give a resting-place in your house; we will be full of the good things out of your holy place. 5 You will give us an answer in righteousness by great acts of power, O God of our salvation; you who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of the far-off lands of the sea;
6 The God by whose strength the mountains are fixed; who is robed with power: 7 Who makes the loud voice of the sea quiet, and puts an end to the sound of its waves. 8 Those in the farthest parts of the earth have fear when they see your signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening are glad because of you. 9 You have given your blessing to the earth, watering it and making it fertile; the river of God is full of water: and having made it ready, you give men grain. 10 You make the ploughed lands full of water; you make smooth the slopes: you make the earth soft with showers, sending your blessing on its growth. 11 The year is crowned with the good you give; life-giving rain is dropping from your footsteps, 12 Falling on the grass of the waste land: and the little hills are glad on every side. 13 The grass-land is thick with flocks; the valleys are full of grain; they give glad cries and songs of joy.
