THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LXVII

Bless, Lord, thine Heritage, In thine abundant Grace; Let, on thy Servants, ever shine, The Brightness of thy Face. That so thy righteous Ways May, thro' the Earth, be known; And all the Nations of the World May, thy Salvation, own. In Praise, to Thee, O God, Let thine own People join; And may the Gentile World, in Songs Of Praise, to Thee, combine. O let the Nations all Be glad, and chearful sing; For thou art, over all the Earth, A just, and gracious King. In Praise, to Thee, O God, Let thine own People joyn; And may the Gentile World, in Songs Of Praise, to Thee, combine. Then th' Earth shall Plenty yield; And God shall bless our Store. Our own God shall us bless; the World Shall fear, and, him, adore.