1Silence is praise to you, Zion-dwelling God, And also obedience.
2You hear the prayer in it all. We all arrive at your doorstep sooner or later, loaded with guilt,
3Our sins too much for us - but you get rid of them once and for all.
4Blessed are the chosen! Blessed the guest at home in your place! We expect our fill of good things in your house, your heavenly manse.
5All your salvation wonders are on display in your trophy room. Earth-Tamer, Ocean-Pourer,
6Mountain-Maker, Hill-Dresser,
7Muzzler of sea storm and wave crash, of mobs in noisy riot -
8Far and wide they'll come to a stop, they'll stare in awe, in wonder. Dawn and dusk take turns calling, "Come and worship."
9Oh, visit the earth, ask her to join the dance! Deck her out in spring showers, fill the God-River with living water. Paint the wheat fields golden. Creation was made for this!
10Drench the plowed fields, soak the dirt clods With rainfall as harrow and rake bring her to blossom and fruit.
11Snow-crown the peaks with splendor, scatter rose petals down your paths,
12All through the wild meadows, rose petals. Set the hills to dancing,
13Dress the canyon walls with live sheep, a drape of flax across the valleys. Let them shout, and shout, and shout! Oh, oh, let them sing!