(To the choir-master. Of the sons of Core. A psalm.)

What blessings, Lord, thou hast granted to this land of thine, restoring Jacob’s fortunes,

pardoning thy people’s guilt, burying away the record of their sins,

all thy anger calmed, thy fierce displeasure forgotten!

And now, God of our deliverance, do thou restore us; no longer let us see thy frown.

Wouldst thou always be indignant with us? Must thy resentment smoulder on, age after age?

Wilt thou never relent, O God, and give fresh life, to rejoice the spirits of thy people?

Shew us thy mercy, Lord; grant us thy deliverance!

Let me listen, now, to the voice of the Lord God; it is a message of peace he sends to his people; to his loyal servants, that come back, now, with all their heart to him.

For us, his worshippers, deliverance is close at hand; in this land of ours, the divine glory is to find a home.

See, where mercy and faithfulness meet in one; how justice and peace are united in one embrace!

Faithfulness grows up out of the earth, and from heaven, redress looks down.✻

The Lord, now, will grant us his blessing, to make our land yield its harvest;

justice will go on before him, deliverance follow where his feet tread.