1 Thy praise alone O Lord doth raigne
in Sion thine own hill:
Their vowes to thee they do maintaine,
and their beliefs fulfill.
2 For that thou dost their prayers still heare,
and dost thereto agree:
The people all both farre and neare
with trust shall come to thee.
3 Our wicked life so farre exceeds,
that we shall fall therein:
But Lord forgive our great misdeeds,
and purge us from our sin.
4 The man is blest whom thou dost chuse
within thy courts to dwell:
Thy house and Temple he shall use,
with pleasures that excell.
5 Of thy great justice heare us God,
our health of thee doth rise:
The hope of all the earth abroad,
and the sea coasts likewise.
6 With strength thou art beset about,
and compast with thy power:
Thou mak'st the mountaines strong and stout
to stand in every shower.
7 The swelling seas thou dost asswage
and make their streames full still:
Thou dost restraine the peoples rage,
and rule them at thy will.
8 The folk that dwell throughout the earth.
shall dread thy signes to see
Which morn and evening in great mirth
do passe with praise to thee.
9 When that the earth is chapt and dries,
and thirsteth more and more:
Then with thy drops thou dost apply,
and much increase her store.
10 The flood of God doth overflow,
and so doth cause to spring
The seed and corn which men do sow,
for he doth guide the thing.
11 With wet thou dost her furrowes fill,
whereby her clods do fall:
Thy drops on her thou dost distill,
and blesse her fruits withall.
12 Thou deck'st the earth of thy good grace,
with faire and pleasant crop:
Thy clouds distill their dew apace,
great plenty they do drop.
13 Whereby the desart shall begin
full great increase to bring:
The little hills shall joy therein,
much fruit on them shall spring.
14 In places plaine the flocks shall feed,
and cover all the earth:
The vales with corne shall so exceed,
that they shall sing for mirth.
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