PSALM 1965

Thanksgiving for God's Blessing

1 For the leader. A psalm of David. A song.

2 To you we owe our hymn of praise, O God on Zion;
To you our vows must be fulfilled,

3 you who hear our prayers. To you all flesh must come

4 with its burden of wicked deeds. We are overcome by our sins;
only you can pardon them.

5 Happy the chosen ones you bring to dwell in your courts.
May we be filled with the good things of your house,
the blessings of your holy temple!

6 You answer us with awesome deeds of justice, O God our savior,
The hope of all the ends of the earth and of far distant islands.

7 You are robed in power, you set up the mountains by your might.

8 You still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves,
the tumult of the peoples.

9 Distant peoples stand in awe of your marvels;
east and west you make resound with joy.

10 You visit the earth and water it, make it abundantly fertile.
God's stream is filled with water; with it you supply the world with grain.
Thus do you prepare the earth:

11 you drench plowed furrows, and level their ridges.
With showers you keep the ground soft, blessing its young sprouts.

12 You adorn the year with your bounty; your paths drip with fruitful rain.

13 The untilled meadows also drip; the hills are robed with joy.

14 The pastures are clothed with flocks, the valleys blanketed with grain;
they cheer and sing for joy.