May your love be upon us, O LOrd,
as we place all our hope in you.
Give thanks to the Lord upon the harp,
with a ten-stringed lute sing him songs,
O sing him a song that is new, play
loudly with all your skill.
By his word the heavens were made,
by the breath of his mouth all the stars.
He collects the waves of the ocean;
he stores up the depths of the sea.
Our soul is waiting, waiting for the Lord.
The Lord is our help and our shield.
In him do our hearts find joy.
We trust in his holy name.