1 Praise waits for thee in Zion; all men shall worship there
and pay their vows before thee, O God who hearest prayer.
Our sins rise up against us, prevailing day by day,
but thou wilt show us mercy and take their guilt away.
2 How blest the man thou callest and bringest near to thee,
that in thy courts forever his dwelling place may be;
he shall within thy temple be satisfied with grace,
and filled with all the goodness of thy most holy place.
3 O God of our salvation, since thou dost love the right,
thou wilt an answer send us in wondrous deeds of might.
In all earth's habitations, on all the boundless sea,
man finds no sure reliance, no peace, apart from thee.
4 Thy might sets fast the mountains; strength girds thee evermore
to calm the raging peoples and still the ocean’s roar.
Thy majesty and greatness are through all lands confessed,
and joy on earth thou sendest afar from east to west.
5 To bless the earth thou sendest from thine abundant store
the waters of the springtime, enriching it once more.
The seed by thee provided is sown o'er hill and plain,
and thou with gentle showers dost bless the springtime grain.
6 The year with good thou crownest, the earth thy mercy fills,
the wilderness is fruitful, and joyful are the hills;
with corn the vales are covered, the flocks in pastures graze;
All nature joins in singing a joyful song of praise.
|First Line:||Praise waits for thee in Zion|
|Title:||Praise Waits for Thee in Zion|
|Topic:||The Church: The Lord's House; Calling|
|Source:||The Psalter, 1912|
|Arranger:||David Evans (1927)|
|Copyright:||Tune from the Revised Church Hymnary by permission of Oxford University Press.|