1 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 He has laid.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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 beast gather their thirst to allay.
The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912