1 Praise the LORD, my soul, O praise him!
LORD my God, you are so great!
2 Wrapped in light as with a garment,
clothed in majesty and state.
Like a tent he spreads the heavens,
3 and above the waters there
Sets the framework of his dwelling,
making it an upper layer.
He makes clouds of heav’n his chariot;
on the wings of wind he rides.
4 He makes flames of fire his servants;
winds obey what he decides.
5 He set earth on its foundations,
so that it should never move;
6 Then the deep submerged the mountains
till the waters stood above.
7 But when you rebuked the waters,
at your thunder they took flight;
8 They receded to the valleys,
flowing down the mountains’ height
To the place that you appointed.
9 You set bounds to their domain,
So that never will the waters
overwhelm the land again.
10 God makes springs pour down the valleys.
Streams that flow from every hill
11 Quench the thirst of all his creatures,
and wild donkeys drink their fill.
12 Birds sing sweetly in the branches,
nesting by the riverside.
13 From above, the earth is watered,
by God’s bounty satisfied.
14 He makes grass grow for the cattle,
plants for man to cultivate—
Bringing from the earth its produce,
food for all mankind to eat:
15 Wine that to man’s constitution
joy and gladness will impart,
Oil that makes the face resplendent,
bread that fortifies the heart.
16 Blessed with water are the forests—
trees which to the LORD belong,
Mighty cedars that he planted
on the heights of Lebanon.
17 Birds reside among the cedars;
storks upon the pine trees nest.
18 Wild goats live among high mountains;
conies in the crags find rest.
19 See the moon that marks the seasons;
to its setting moves the sun.
20 You send darkness, night approaches;
foraging has now begun.
21 Lions roar throughout the forest,
while from God they seek their prey;
22 Comes the sun, they slink back homewards.
23 Man goes out to toil all day.
You can hear a Free Church of Scotland sing this to Hyfrydol (Alleluia Sing to Jesus) here or to the tune All that Thrills here.