My soul give praise unto the Lord of heaven
In majesty and honour clothed;
The earth he made will not be moved
The seas he made to be its robe. Give praise
The waters rise above the highest mountain
And flow down to the vales and leas;
At springs, wild asses quench their thirst
And birds make nest amid the trees
The trees the Lord has made are full of vigour
The fir tree is a home for storks;
Wild goats find rеfuge in the hills
From foes thе conies shelter in the rocks
My soul give praise unto the Lord of heaven
In majesty and honour clothed;
The earth he made will not be moved
The seas he made to be its robe. Give praise
O Lord, how manifold is your creation
All things in wisdom you provide;
You give your riches to the earth
And to the sea so great and wide
You take your creatures breath and life is ended
Your breath goes forth and life begins;
Your hand renews the face of earth
Your praise my whole life I will sing
My soul give praise unto the Lord of heaven
In majesty and honour clothed;
The earth he made will not be moved
The seas he made to be its robe. Give praise
Psalm 104 was written by William Lovelady.