My Soul, Bless the Lord!

My soul

bless the Lord! the Lord is most great

With glo­ry ar­rayed

ma­jes­tic His state;

The light is His gar­ment

the skies are his shade

And ov­er the wa­ters His courts has He laid.

He rides on the clouds

the wings of the storm

The light­ning and wind His mis­sion per­form;

The earth He has found­ed her sta­tion to keep

And wrapped as a ves­ture about her the deep.

O’er mount­ain and plain the dark wa­ters raged;

His voice they ob­eyed

the floods were as­suaged;

Uplifting the mount­ains He or­dered a bound

Forbidding the wa­ters to cov­er the ground.

He caus­es the springs of wa­ter to flow

In streams ’mid the hills and val­leys be­low;

Beside them with sing­ing the birds greet the day

And there the beasts ga­ther their thirst to al­lay.

He wa­ters the hills with rain from the skies

And plen­ti­ful grass and herbs He sup­plies

Supplying the cat­tle

and bless­ing man’s toil

With bread in abun­dance

with wine and with oil.

The trees which the Lord has plant­ed are fed

And ov­er the earth their branch­es are spread;

They keep in their shel­ter the birds of the air

The life of each crea­ture the Lord makes His care.

Thy Spir­it

O Lord

makes life to abound

The earth is re­newed

and fruit­ful the ground;

To God as­cribe glo­ry and wis­dom and might

Let God in His crea­tures for­ev­er de­light.

Rejoicing in God

my thought shall be sweet

While sin­ners de­part in ru­in com­plete;

My soul

bless Je­ho­vah

His name be ad­ored

Come

praise Him

ye peo­ple

and wor­ship the Lord.