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*[[Thou visitest the earth (Maurice Greene)|Maurice Greene]] (vv.9 & 12, BCP English)
*[[Thou visitest the earth (Maurice Greene)|Maurice Greene]] (vv.9 & 12, BCP English)
*[[O Thou that hearest prayer (Thomas Hastings)|Thomas Hastings]] (v.2 in English)
*[[O Thou that hearest prayer (Thomas Hastings)|Thomas Hastings]] (v.2 in English)
*[[Rainbow ('Tis by thy strength the mountains stand) (Timothy Swan)|Timothy Swan]] (English paraphrase by [[Isaac Watts]])
*[['Tis by thy strength the mountains stand (Timothy Swan)|Timothy Swan]] (English paraphrase by [[Isaac Watts]])
*[[Psalm 65 (Thomas Attwood Walmisley and W. A. C. Cruickshank)|Thomas Attwood Walmisley and W. A. C. Cruickshank]] (Anglican chant, BCP English)
*[[Psalm 65 (Thomas Attwood Walmisley and W. A. C. Cruickshank)|Thomas Attwood Walmisley and W. A. C. Cruickshank]] (Anglican chant, BCP English)


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{{Verse|13}} They shall drop upon the dwellings of the wilderness : and the little hills shall rejoice on every side.
{{Verse|13}} They shall drop upon the dwellings of the wilderness : and the little hills shall rejoice on every side.
{{Verse|14}} The folds shall be full of sheep : the valleys also shall stand so thick with corn, that they shall laugh and sing.
{{Verse|14}} The folds shall be full of sheep : the valleys also shall stand so thick with corn, that they shall laugh and sing.
===Metrical 'New Version' ([[Nahum Tate|Tate]] and [[Nicholas Brady|Brady]])===
{{Text|English}}
<poem>
For thee, O God, our constant praise
In Sion waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promis'd altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
O thou, who to my humble pray'r
Didst always bend thy list'ning ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try;
Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.
Blest is the man, who, near thee plac'd,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
Whilst we at humbler distance taste
The vast delights thy temple gives.
By wondrous acts, O God, most just,
Have we thy gracious answer found;
In thee remotest nations trust,
And those whom stormy waves surround.
God by his strength sets fast the hills,
And does his matchless pow'r engage,
With which the sea's loud waves he stills,
And angry crowds' tumultuous rage.
''The Second Part''
Thou, Lord, dost barb'rous lands dismay,
When they thy dreadful tokens view,
With joy they see the night and day
Each other's track by turns pursue.
From out thy unexhausted store
Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground;
Makes lands, that barren were before,
With corn and useful fruits abound.
On rising ridges down it pours,
And ev'ry furrowed valley fills;
Thou mak'st them soft with gentle show'rs,
In which a blest increase distils.
Thy goodness does the circling year
With fresh returns of plenty crown;
And, where thy glorious paths appear,
Thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down.
They drop on barren forests, chang'd
By them to pastures fresh and green;
The hills about, in order rang'd,
In beauteous robes of joy are seen.
Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn
The cheerful downs; the valleys bring
A plenteous crop of full-ear'd corn,
And seem for joy to shout and sing.
</poem>


===Metrical paraphrases by [[Isaac Watts]]===
===Metrical paraphrases by [[Isaac Watts]]===

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Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 64)

Latin.png Latin text

1  In finem. Psalmus David, canticum Jeremiæ et Ezechielis populo transmigrationis, cum inciperent exire.

2  Te decet hymnus, Deus, in Sion, et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem.

3  Exaudi orationem meam; ad te omnis caro veniet.

4  Verba iniquorum prævaluerunt super nos, et impietatibus nostris tu propitiaberis.

5  Beatus quem elegisti et assumpsisti: inhabitabit in atriis tuis. Replebimur in bonis domus tuæ; sanctum est templum tuum,

6  mirabile in æquitate. Exaudi nos, Deus, salutaris noster, spes omnium finium terræ, et in mari longe.

7  Præparans montes in virtute tua, accinctus potentia;

8  qui conturbas profundum maris, sonum fluctuum ejus. Turbabuntur gentes,

9  et timebunt qui habitant terminos a signis tuis; exitus matutini et vespere delectabis.

10  Visitasti terram, et inebriasti eam; multiplicasti locupletare eam. Flumen Dei repletum est aquis; parasti cibum illorum: quoniam ita est præparatio ejus.

11  Rivos ejus inebria; multiplica genimina ejus: in stillicidiis ejus lætabitur germinans.

12  Benedices coronæ anni benignitatis tuæ, et campi tui replebuntur ubertate.

13  Pinguescent speciosa deserti, et exsultatione colles accingentur.

14  Induti sunt arietes ovium, et valles abundabunt frumento; clamabunt, etenim hymnum dicent.

Church of England 1662 Book of Common Prayer

English.png English text

1  Thou, O God, art praised in Sion : and unto thee shall the vow be performed in Jerusalem.

2  Thou that hearest the prayer : unto thee shall all flesh come.

3  My misdeeds prevail against me : O be thou merciful unto our sins.

4  Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and receivest unto thee : he shall dwell in thy court, and shall be satisfied with the pleasures of thy house, even of thy holy temple.

5  Thou shalt shew us wonderful things in thy righteousness, O God of our salvation : thou that art the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of them that remain in the broad sea.

6  Who in his strength setteth fast the mountains : and is girded about with power.

7  Who stilleth the raging of the sea : and the noise of his waves, and the madness of the people.

8  They also that dwell in the uttermost parts of the earth shall be afraid at thy tokens : thou that makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to praise thee.

9  Thou visitest the earth, and blessest it : thou makest it very plenteous.

10  The river of God is full of water : thou preparest their corn, for so thou providest for the earth.

11  Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof : thou makest it soft with the drops of rain, and blessest the increase of it.

12  Thou crownest the year with thy goodness : and thy clouds drop fatness.

13  They shall drop upon the dwellings of the wilderness : and the little hills shall rejoice on every side.

14  The folds shall be full of sheep : the valleys also shall stand so thick with corn, that they shall laugh and sing.

Metrical 'New Version' (Tate and Brady)

English.png English text

For thee, O God, our constant praise
In Sion waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promis'd altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.

O thou, who to my humble pray'r
Didst always bend thy list'ning ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.

Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try;
Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.

Blest is the man, who, near thee plac'd,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
Whilst we at humbler distance taste
The vast delights thy temple gives.

By wondrous acts, O God, most just,
Have we thy gracious answer found;
In thee remotest nations trust,
And those whom stormy waves surround.

God by his strength sets fast the hills,
And does his matchless pow'r engage,
With which the sea's loud waves he stills,
And angry crowds' tumultuous rage.

The Second Part
Thou, Lord, dost barb'rous lands dismay,
When they thy dreadful tokens view,
With joy they see the night and day
Each other's track by turns pursue.

From out thy unexhausted store
Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground;
Makes lands, that barren were before,
With corn and useful fruits abound.

On rising ridges down it pours,
And ev'ry furrowed valley fills;
Thou mak'st them soft with gentle show'rs,
In which a blest increase distils.

Thy goodness does the circling year
With fresh returns of plenty crown;
And, where thy glorious paths appear,
Thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down.

They drop on barren forests, chang'd
By them to pastures fresh and green;
The hills about, in order rang'd,
In beauteous robes of joy are seen.

Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn
The cheerful downs; the valleys bring
A plenteous crop of full-ear'd corn,
And seem for joy to shout and sing.

Metrical paraphrases by Isaac Watts

English.png English text

PSALM 65 PART 2
C. M. The providence of God in air, earth, and sea.

'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand,
God of eternal power;
The sea grows calm at thy command,
And tempests cease to roar.

Thy morning light and ev'ning shade
Successive comforts bring;
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,
Thy flowers adorn the spring.

Seasons and times, and moons and hours,
Heav'n, earth, and air, are thine;
When clouds distil in fruitful showers,
The Author is divine.

Those wand'ring cisterns in the sky,
Borne by the winds around
With wat'ry treasures well supply
The furrows of the ground.

The thirsty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year.

PSALM 65 PART 3
C. M. The blessings of the spring; or, God gives rain. A Psalm for the husbandman.
 
Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King,
Who makes the earth his care;
Visits the pastures ev'ry spring,
And bids the grass appear.

The clouds, like rivers raised on high,
Pour out at thy command
Their wat'ry blessings from the sky,
To cheer the thirsty land.

The softened ridges of the field
Permit the corn to spring;
The valleys rich provision yield,
And the poor lab'rers sing.

The little hills, on every side,
Rejoice at falling showers;
The meadows, dressed in all their pride,
Perfume the air with flowers.

The barren clods, refreshed with rain,
Promise a joyful crop;
The parching grounds look green again,
And raise the reaper's hope.

The various months thy goodness crowns;
How bounteous are thy ways!
The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs,
And shepherds shout thy praise.