In Zion praise awaits you, Lord;
to you our vows we’ll pay.
To you all people will come near;
you hear us when we pray.
When we were overwhelmed by sins,
and guilt upon us lay,
You pardoned all our trespasses
and washed our guilt away.
How blessed are those you choose, and bring
within your courts of grace!
We’re filled with blessings in your house,
in your most holy place.
With awesome deeds of righteousness
you answer us, O God,
Our Saviour, hope of farthest seas
and all the earth abroad.
By strength and power you formed the hills.
You hushed the oceans’ voice;
You calmed the tumult of their waves
and stilled the peoples’ noise.
Those who inhabit distant lands
with awe regard your ways;
Where morning dawns and evening fades,
you call forth songs of praise.
You tend the land and water it;
you make it rich and good.
As you ordained, your streams are full
to give the people food.
You drench the furrows of the land;
you level off the ground.
You soften it with showers of rain
and make its crops abound.
You crown the year with fruitfulness;
your harvests overflow.
The grassland flourishes again;
the hills with gladness glow.
The pastures green with flocks are clothed,
the meadows covering.
The valleys deck themselves with corn;
they shout for joy and sing.