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