1 My soul, praise the Lord!
O God, thou art great;
The earth and all things
Thyself didst create.
Thou laidst the foundation
Of seas and of lands,
And stretched out the heavens
As works of thy hand.

2 The earth where we dwell
That journeys through space
Turns countries around
To see the sun's face;
And high o'er the mountains
The clouds gather rain
To drop o'er the valleys
In blessings again.

3 O God, thou art great!
My pleasure shall be
To muse on the good
And greatness I see.
My full adoration
I gladly shall give.
My soul, praise the Lord now
And long as I live.