Thy praise, O God, in Zion waits;
All flesh shall crowd Thy sacred gates,
To offer sacrifice and prayer,
And pay their willing homage there.
What tho’ iniquity prevail,
And feeble flesh be prone to fail;
Yet, Lord, Thy grace Thou wilt display,
And purge each hateful stain away.
Blest is the man approved by Thee,
And brought Thy holy courts to see!
Goodness, immense and unconfined,
Shall largely feast his longing mind.
Great God, by Thy almighty hand,
The everlasting mountains stand:
And every storm, and every flood,
Obey Thy all commanding nod.
Thy lightnings flashing thro’ the skies,
The wide earth fill with sad surprise;
But cheered by Thy enlivening voice,
Rising and setting suns rejoice.
From Thy vast, unexhausted stores,
The earth is blest with kindly showers;
And savage wilds and deserts drear,
Confess Thee, Father of the year.
The flocks which graze the mountain’s brow,
The corn which clothes the plains below,
To every heart new transports bring,
And hills and vales rejoice and sing.