To you our praise is due *
in Zion, O God.
To you we pay our vows, *
you who hear our prayer.
To you all flesh will come *
with its burden of sin.
Too heavy for us, our offenses, *
but you wipe them away.
Blessed is he whom you choose and call *
to dwell in your courts.
We are filled with the blessings of your house, *
of your holy temple.
You keep your pledge with wonders, *
O God our saviour,
the hope of all the earth *
and of far distant isles.
You uphold the mountains with your strength, *
you are girded with power.
You still the roaring of the seas, †
the roaring of their waves *
and the tumult of the peoples.
The ends of the earth stand in awe *
at the sight of your wonders.
The lands of sunrise and sunset *
you fill with your joy.
You care for the earth, give it water; *
you fill it with riches.
Your river in heaven brims over *
to provide its grain.
And thus you provide for the earth; *
you drench its furrows,
you level it, soften it with showers, *
you bless its growth.
You crown the year with your goodness. †
Abundance flows in your steps, *
in the pastures of the wilderness it flows.
The hills are girded with joy, *
the meadows covered with flocks,
the valleys are decked with wheat. *
They shout for joy, yes they sing.