TO YOU OUR PRAISE IS DUE

Blessed the one whom you choose

and call to dwell in your courts.

To you our praise is due

in Sion, 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 offences,

But you wipe them away.

Blessed the one 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,

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.

The hills are girded with joy,

the meadows covered with flocks,

the valleys are decked with wheat,

They shout for joy, yes, they sing.