You who are the hope of all the ends of the earth,
of those who are far away on the sea;
You by Your power form the mountains,
having armed yourself with strength;
who stills the roaring of the seas,
the roaring of their waves,
and the turmoil of the nations.
They who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders.
You call the morning’s dawn and the evening with songs of joy.
You visit the earth, and water it,
while greatly enriching it.
The river of God is full of water.
You provide grain, for so you have ordained it.
You drench its furrows.
You level its ridges.
You soften it with showers.
You bless it with a crop.
You crown the year with your bounty.
Your carts overflow with abundance.
The wilderness grasslands overflow.
The hills are clothed with gladness.
The pastures are covered with flocks.
The valleys are clothed with grain.
They shout for joy
and also sing!