Words: Isaac Watts
There is also a Long Metre version of this Psalm on this page
Part 1. A prayer-hearing God, and the Gentiles called
1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee; There shall our vows be paid: Thou hast an ear when sinners pray; All flesh shall seek thine aid.
2 Lord, our iniquities prevail, But pard'ning grace is thine; And thou wilt grant us power and skill To conquer ev'ry sin.
3 Blessed are the men whom thou wilt choose To bring them near thy face, Give them a dwelling in thine house, To feast upon thy grace.
4 In answ'ring what thy church requests Thy truth and terror shine, And works of dreadful righteousness Fulfill thy kind design.
5 Thus shall the wond'ring nations see The Lord is good and just; And distant islands fly to thee, And make thy name their trust.
6 They dread thy glitt'ring tokens, Lord, When signs in heav'n appear; But they shall learn thy holy word, And love as well as fear.
Part 2. The providence of God in air, earth, and sea.
1 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand, God of eternal power; The sea grows calm at thy command, And tempests cease to roar.
2 Thy morning light and ev'ning shade Successive comforts bring; Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad, Thy flowers adorn the spring.
3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours, Heav'n, earth, and air, are thine; When clouds distil in fruitful showers, The Author is divine.
4 Those wand'ring cisterns in the sky, Borne by the winds around, With wat'ry treasures well supply The furrows of the ground.
5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill, And ranks of corn appear; The ways abound with blessings still, 'thy goodness crowns the year.
Part 3. The blessings of the spring; or, God gives rain. A Psalm for the husbandman.
1 Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King, Who makes the earth his care; Visits the pastures ev'ry spring, And bids the grass appear.
2 The clouds, like rivers raised on high, Pour out at thy command Their wat'ry blessings from the sky, To cheer the thirsty land.
3 The softened ridges of the field Permit the corn to spring; The valleys rich provision yield, And the poor lab'rers sing.
4 The little hills, on ev'ry side, Rejoice at falling showers; The meadows, dressed in all their pride, Perfume the air with flowers.
5 The barren clods, refreshed with rain, Promise a joyful crop; The parching grounds look green again, And raise the reaper's hope.
6 The various months thy goodness crowns; How bounteous are thy ways! The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout thy praise.
Part 1. v. 1--5 Public prayer and praise.
1 The praise of Zion waits for thee, My God, and praise becomes thy house; There shall thy saints thy glory see, And there perform their public vows.
2 O thou whose mercy bends the skies To save when humble sinners pray, All lands to thee shall lift their eyes, And islands of the northern sea.
3 Against my will my sins prevail, But grace shall purge away their stain; The blood of Christ will never fail To wash my garments white again.
4 Blessed is the man whom thou shalt choose, And give him kind access to thee; Give him a place within thy house, To taste thy love divinely free.
5 Let Babel fear when Zion prays; Babel, prepare for long distress, When Zion's God himself arrays In terror and in righteousness.
6 With dreadful glory God fulfils What his afflicted saints request; And with almighty wrath reveals His love, to give his churches rest.
7 Then shall the flocking nations run To Zion's hill, and own their Lord; The rising and the setting sun Shall see the Savior's name adored.
Part 2. v. 5--13 Divine Providence in air, earth, and sea.
1 The God of our salvation hears The groans of Zion mixed with tears; Yet when he comes with kind designs, Through all the way his terror shines.
2 On him the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends, Where the Creator's name is known By nature's feeble light alone.
3 Sailors, that travel o'er the flood, Address their frighted souls to God, When tempests rage and billows roar At dreadful distance from the shore.
4 He bids the noisy tempests cease; He calms tile raging crowd to peace, When a tumultuous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves.
5 Whole kingdoms, shaken by tile storm, He settles in a peaceful form; Mountains, established by his hand, Firm on their old foundations stand.
6 Behold his ensigns sweep the sky, New comets blaze, and lightnings fly; The heathen lands, with swift surprise, From the bright horrors turn their eyes.
7 At his command the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day; He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills.
8 Seasons and times obey his voice; The ev'ning and tile morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers.
9 'Tis from his wat'ry stores on high He gives the thirsty ground supply; He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth his enriching drops dispense.
10 The desert grows a fruitful field, Abundant food the valleys yield; The valleys shout with cheerful voice, And neighb'ring hills repeat their joys.
11 The pastures smile in green array; There lambs and larger cattle play; The larger cattle and the lamb Each in his language speaks thy name.
12 Thy works pronounce thy power divine; O'er ev'ry field thy glories shine; Through ev'ry month thy gifts appear; Great God, thy goodness crowns the year!