Psalm CIV

My soul, bless thou the living Lord;
Thou Lord [my God] art very great:
With honour and with majesty
Thou cloathed art in [glorious] state.

The fulgent light thy covering is,
Appearing [in it] as thy robes
Thou like a curtain dost stretch out
The Heavens with all their [splendid] globes.

The beams of his great Chambers he
Doth in the [liquid] waters lay;
The Clouds he makes his Chariots,
On [winged] Winds he takes his way:

Blest Spirits he his Angels makes,
His Ministers a [flaming] fire.

The Earth's Foundations firm he laid,
That nothing shall them [ever] stir,

Like to a Garment with the deep,
The Earth [by thee] was covered:
The Waters stood above the Hills,

[But soon] at thy rebuke they fled.
Thy thunders voice hasts them away,

[They go] up by the mountain ground,
Down by the Valleys they go to
The place which thou [for them] didst found.

Thou unto them a bound hast set,
That [over] it they may not pass:
That the Earth again may not be drown'd
By them, as once [for sin] it was.

He sends the Springs into the Vales,
They [sweetly] run between the Hills;

They're drink for all beasts of the Fields,
[There] his [great] thirst the wild Ass fills.

By these sweet Streams the Fowls of Heav'n,
Do [use to] make their dwelling house
For them and theirs: They chirp and sing
Among the [pleasant] shady Boughs.

And from his cloudy Chambers he
Doth water [even the] highest Hills,
And by his satisfying Works,
The Earth with [plenteous] fruit he fills.

He for the Food of Cattle makes
The tender Grass [spring and] suit forth:
And for Man's service various Herbs,
And [so he] brings food from the Earth.

And Wine which doth exhilerate,
And Oil which doth [smooth and] refresh,
And Bread which strengtheneth Man's, Heart,
And doth repair his [wasting] flesh.

The Trees of God are full of Sap,
The [stately] Cedars which do stand
In Lebanon, and planted were
[Even] by his [own] Almighty hand.

The beauteous Birds among these Trees
By [Nature's] skill their Nests do make,
As for the Stork, the Firr-trees she
Doth for her [lofty] dwelling take.

The Mountains high for the wild Goats,
A place of [secure] refuge be,
The Conies in the craggy Rocks
Dwell, and for safety [thither] flee.

The changing Moon he doth appoint,
The Seasons change [to Man] to shew
The glorious Sun, as taught by God,
Its time to [rise and] set doth know.

The dismal darkness thou dost make,
[And then] the day gives place to night,
And in the Forests then come forth,
Wild beasts that shun [Man and] the Light.

The hungry Lyons with their whelps
[Do then] go roaring all abroad
After their prey, and fiercely seek
Their sustenance [assign'd] from God.

But when the shining Sun doth rise,
They get [away] together then
For fear of Man; and lay them down
For [rest and] safety in their den:

Then Man goes forth unto his work,
[When he] enjoys desired light,
His proper labour he pursues,
Till the approach of [resting] night.

How manifold and numberless
Are thy great [wondrous] works, O Lord,
In wisdom thou hast made them all,
Earth's with thy [plenteous] riches stor'd.

So is this great and spacious sea,
Numberless things there [swim or] creep;
Some small, some of vast magnitude,
Made [by thee] to dwell in the deep.

The Ships by man for Commerce made,
Go there, and make [the deep] their way;
There is the great Leviathan,
Which thou hast made [therein] to play.

On thee the bounteous Lord of life,
All things do [daily] wait that live;
That thou sufficing sustenance
In season due [to them] may'st give.

They gladly gather and receive
That which thou giv'st [to them] for food;
Thou openest thy liberal hand,
And they are fill'd [by thee] with good.

Thou hid'st thy lightsome quickening face,
Then [sick or] troubled they decay;
They die, and to their dust return,
[When as] thou tak'st their breath away.

Thou sendest forth thy vital spirit,
And they are as [it were] new made;
With beauteous verdure thou renew'st
The face of earth [which seem'd] decay'd.

But God's own Glory endless is,
It never [fades or] waxeth old;
The Lord with joy and pleasure doth
His own great [perfect] works behold.

His very looks do make the earth,
As [a thing] frightened, to quake;
His touch doth make the steadfast hills
[Forthwith] as mov'd to smoak and shake.

I will sing praise unto the Lord
The longest day I [have to] live;
And while I any being have,
To God I'le [joyful] praises give.

My meditation of him shall
Sweeten my thoughts when [they are] sad;
And in the way to endless joy
In God [alone] I will be glad.

Let sinners be consum'd from earth,
[And let] the wicked no more be;
My soul, bless thou the blessed God,
All Saints the [glorious] Lord praise ye.