'O bless the Lord, my soul!' I sing,
and worship day and night
my God arrayed in majesty
and robed in glorious light:
For like a tent you spread the sky,
on chariot-clouds you ride;
and by the wind, your messenger,
your truth is prophesied.
You bind the sea, or loose the storm
in lightning's primal flame;
the rising spring and flowing stream
cry glory to your name.
O mighty Lord of every land,
you know our human need,
and all the creatures of the earth
you guide and tend and feed.
The sun and moon appear and set
controlled by hidden force;
the stars declare your faithfulness,
consistent in their course.
Yet what you give, O sovereign Lord,
your power can take away;
our very lives belong to you
until our dying day.
So let me sing your worthy praise,
your matchless grace extol
till all creation join the hymn:
'O bless the Lord, my soul!'