Te decet hymnus
You, O God, are to be praised in Zion, *
and unto you shall vows be performed in Jerusalem.
You who hear our prayer, *
unto you shall all flesh come.
My misdeeds prevail against me; *
O be merciful and blot out our sins.
Blessed is the man whom you choose and receive unto yourself; *
he shall dwell in your courts and shall be satisfied with the pleasures of your house, even of your holy temple.
You shall show us wonderful things in your righteousness, O God of our salvation, *
for you are the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the isles that are far away;
You in your strength set firm the mountains, *
and are girded about with power;
You still the raging of the seas, *
the noise of their waves and the tumult of the peoples.
Those who dwell in the uttermost parts of the earth shall be in fear of your wonders; *
you make the morning and evening to shout with joy.
You visit the earth and bless it; *
you make it very plenteous.
The river of God is full of water; *
you prepare the grain, for so you provide for the earth.
You water its furrows; you send rain into the little valleys; *
you make it soft with the drops of rain and bless the increase of it.
You crown the year with your goodness, *
and your paths overflow with plenty.
The fields of the wilderness are rich in pasture, *
and the little hills rejoice on every side.
The folds shall be full of sheep; *
the valleys also shall stand so thick with grain that they shall laugh and sing.