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A faithful creator

Hymnal: Bible Songs #213 (1901) Hymnal Title: Bible Songs First Line: Bless God, my soul, O Lord my God Topics: Angels; Christ Providences of; Christ Worshiped; God Adored and Exalted; God Creator; God Glorious; God Works of; God Works of; Harvest Song; Miracles; Nature A Revelation of God; Praise For Temporal Mercies; Praise For Works of Creation; Praise To God; Providence of God Over His Creatures; Royalty of Christ Providential Scripture: Psalm 104:1-13 Languages: English Tune Title: [Bless God, my soul, O Lord my God]

Bless God, my soul, O Lord my God

Hymnal: Bible Songs #150 (1891) Hymnal Title: Bible Songs Languages: English Tune Title: BLESS GOD MY SOUL

Bless God, my soul, O Lord my God

Hymnal: Bible Songs #150 (1897) Hymnal Title: Bible Songs Languages: English Tune Title: BLESS GOD MY SOUL

Psalm 104

Hymnal: Foundations Psalter #104 (2023) Hymnal Title: Foundations Psalter First Line: Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God Lyrics: 1 Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God, thou art exceeding great; With honor and with majesty thou clothèd art in state. 2 With light, as with a robe, thyself thou coverest about; And, like unto a curtain, thou the heavens stretchest out. 3 Who of his chambers doth the beams within the waters lay; Who doth the clouds his chariot make, on wings of wind make way. 4 Who flaming fire his ministers, his angels sp'rits, doth make: 5 Who earth's foundätions did lay, that it should never shake. 6 Thou didst it cover with the deep, as with a garment spread: The waters stood above the hills, when thou the word but said. 7 But at the voice of thy rebuke they fled, and would not stay; They at thy thunder's dreadful voice did haste them fast away. 8 They by the mountains do ascend, and by the valley-ground Descend, unto that very place which thou for them didst found. 9 Thou hast a bound unto them set, that they may not pass over, That they do not return again the face of earth to cover. 10 He to the valleys sends the springs, which run among the hills: 11 They to all beasts of field give drink, wild asses drink their fills. 12 By them the fowls of heav'n shall have their habitätion, Which do among the branches sing with delectätion. 13 He from his chambers watereth the hills, when they are dried: With fruit and increase of thy works the earth is satisfied. 14 For cattle he makes grass to grow, he makes the herb to spring For th' use of man, that food to him he from the earth may bring; 15 And wine, that to the heart of man doth cheerfulness impart, Oil that his face makes shine, and bread that strengtheneth his heart. 16 The trees of God are full of sap; the cedars that do stand In Lebanon, which planted were by his almighty hand. 17 Birds of the air upon their boughs do choose their nests to make; As for the stork, the fir-tree she doth for her dwelling take. 18 The lofty mountains for wild goats a place of refuge be; The conies also to the rocks do for their safety flee. 19 He sets the moon in heav'n, thereby the seasons to discern: From him the sun his certain time of going down doth learn. 20 Thou darkness mak'st, 'tis night, then beasts of forests creep abroad. 21 The lions young roar for their prey, and seek their meat from God. 22 The sun doth rise, and home they flock, down in their dens they lie. 23 Man goes to work, his labor he doth to the ev'ning ply. 24 How manifold, Lord, are thy works! in wisdom wonderful Thou ev'ry one of them hast made; earth's of thy riches full: 25 So is this great and spacious sea, wherein things creeping are, Which numbered cannot be; and beasts both great and small are there. 26 There ships go; there thou mak'st to play that leviathan great. 27 These all wait on thee, that thou may'st in due time give them meat. 28 That which thou givest unto them they gather for their food; Thine hand thou open'st lib'rally, they fillèd are with good. 29 Thou hid'st thy face; they troubled are, their breath thou tak'st away; Then do they die, and to their dust return again do they. 30 Thy quick'ning spirit thou send'st forth, then they created be; And then the earth's decayèd face renewèd is by thee. 31 The glory of the mighty Lord continue shall for ever: The Lord JEHOVAH shall rejoice in all his works together. 32 Earth, as affrighted, trembleth all, if he on it but look; And if the mountains he but touch, they presently do smoke. 33 I will sing to the Lord most high, so long as I shall live; And while I being have I shall to my God praises give. 34 Of him my meditation shall sweet thoughts to me afford; And as for me, I will rejoice in God, my only Lord. 35 From earth let sinners be consumed, let ill men no more be. O thou my soul, bless thou the Lord. Praise to the Lord give ye. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

Psalm 104: Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P112 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases First Line: Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God Lyrics: 1Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God, thou art exceeding great; With honour and with majesty thou clothed art in state. 2With light, as with a robe, thyself thou coverest about; And, like unto a curtain, thou the heavens stretchest out. 3Who of his chambers doth the beams within the waters lay; Who doth the clouds his chariot make, on wings of wind make way. 4Who flaming fire his ministers, his angels sp’rits, doth make: 5Who earth’s foundations did lay, that it should never shake. 6Thou didst it cover with the deep, as with a garment spread: The waters stood above the hills, when thou the word but said. 7But at the voice of thy rebuke they fled, and would not stay; They at thy thunder’s dreadful voice did haste them fast away. 8They by the mountains do ascend, and by the valley-ground Descend, unto that very place which thou for them didst found. 9Thou hast a bound unto them set, that they may not pass over, That they do not return again the face of earth to cover. 10He to the valleys sends the springs, which run among the hills: 11They to all beasts of field give drink, wild asses drink their fills. 12By them the fowls of heav’n shall have their habitation, Which do among the branches sing with delectation. 13He from his chambers watereth the hills, when they are dry’d: With fruit and increase of thy works the earth is satisfy’d. 14For cattle he makes grass to grow, he makes the herb to spring For th’ use of man, that food to him he from the earth may bring; 15And wine, that to the heart of man doth cheerfulness impart, Oil that his face makes shine, and bread that strengtheneth his heart. 16The trees of God are full of sap; the cedars that do stand In Lebanon, which planted were by his almighty hand. 17Birds of the air upon their boughs do chuse their nests to make; As for the stork, the fir-tree she doth for her dwelling take. 18The lofty mountains for wild goats a place of refuge be; The conies also to the rocks do for their safety flee. 19He sets the moon in heav’n, thereby the seasons to discern: From him the sun his certain time of going down doth learn. 20Thou darkness mak’st, ‘tis night, then beasts of forests creep abroad. 21The lions young roar for their prey, and seek their meat from God. 22The sun doth rise, and home they flock, down in their dens they lie. 23Man goes to work, his labour he doth to the ev’ning ply. 24How manifold, Lord, are thy works! in wisdom wonderful Thou ev’ry one of them hast made; earth’s of thy riches full: 25So is this great and spacious sea, wherein things creeping are, Which number’d cannot be; and beasts both great and small are there. 26There ships go; there thou mak’st to play that leviathan great. 27These all wait on thee, that thou may’st in due time give them meat. 28That which thou givest unto them they gather for their food; Thine hand thou open’st lib’rally, they filled are with good. 29Thou hid’st thy face; they troubled are, their breath thou tak’st away; Then do they die, and to their dust return again do they. 30Thy quick’ning spirit thou send’st forth, then they created be; And then the earth’s decayed face renewed is by thee. 31The glory of the mighty Lord continue shall for ever: The Lord Jehovah shall rejoice in all his works together. 32Earth, as affrighted, trembleth all, if he on it but look; And if the mountains he but touch, they presently do smoke. 33I will sing to the Lord most high, so long as I shall live; And while I being have I shall to my God praises give. 34Of him my meditation shall sweet thoughts to me afford; And as for me, I will rejoice in God, my only Lord. 35From earth let sinners be consum’d, let ill men no more be. O thou my soul, bless thou the Lord. Praise to the Lord give ye. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P104b (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God, thou art exceeding great; With honour and with majesty thou clothed art in state. 2 With light, as with a robe, thyself thou coverest about; and, like unto a curtain, thou the heavens stretchest out. 3 Who of his chambers doth the beams within the waters lay; who doth the clouds his chariot make, on wings of wind make way. 4 Who flaming fire his ministers, his angels spirits, doth make: 5 who earth’s foundations firm did lay, that it should never shake. 6 Thou didst it cover with the deep, as with a garment spread: the waters stood above the hills, above the mountains' head. 7 But at the voice of thy rebuke they fled, and would not stay; they at thy thunder’s dreadful voice did haste them fast away. 8 They by the hills ascend, their way back by the vales they take, descending to the very place which thou for them didst make. 9 Thou hast a bound unto them set, o'er which they may not go, that they may not return again to earth to overflow. 10 He through the valleys sendeth springs, 'mong hills their course they take: 11 beasts of field all drink of them their thirst wild asses slake. 12 The birds of heaven their dwelling make where these do flow along, and from among the leafy boughs with joy give forth their song. 13 He from his chambers watereth the hills when they are dried: with fruit and increase of thy works the earth is satisfied. 14 For cattle he makes grass to grow, herb for man's use to spring, that from the bosom of the earth he bread for him may bring; 15 And wine that to the heart of man doth cheerfulness impart, oil that doth make his face to shine, bread strengthening his heart. 16 The trees of God are full of sap; the cedars that do stand on Lebanon, which planted were by his almighty hand. 17 Birds of the air upon their boughs do choose their nests to make; as for the stork, the fir tree she doth for her dwelling take. 18 The lofty mountains for wild goats a place of refuge be; the conies also to the rocks do for their safety flee. 19 He sets the moon in heaven, thereby the seasons to discern: from him the sun his certain time of going down doth learn. 20 Thou darkness mak’st, ‘tis night, then beasts of forests creep abroad. 21 The lions young roar for their prey, and seek their meat from God. 22 The sun doth rise, and home they flock, down in their dens they lie. 23 Man goeth to his work, and doth his toil till evening ply. 24 O Lord, how manifold thy works! In wisdom wonderful thou every one of them hast made; earth’s of thy riches full: 25 So is this great and spacious sea, wherein things creeping are, which numbered cannot be; and beasts both great and small are there. 26 There ships go; there leviathan, which thou mad'st there to play; 27 all wait on thee, that in due time their food receive they may. 28 That which thou givest unto them they gather for their food; thy bounteous hand thou openest, they filled are with good. 29 Thou hid’st thy face, they troubled are, their breath thou tak’st away, then do they die, and to their dust return again do they. 30 Thy quickening spirit thou send’st forth, and they created be; and then the earth’s decayed face renewed is by thee. 31 The glory of Jehovah shall endure while ages run; the Lord Almighty shall rejoice in all that he hath done. 32 Earth, as affrighted, trembleth all, if he on it but look; and if the mountains he but touch, they presently do smoke. 33 I to the Lord most high will sing, so long as I shall live; and while I being have I shall to my God praises give. 34 Of him my meditation shall sweet thoughts to me afford; and as for me, I will rejoice and triumph in the Lord. 35 From earth let sinners be consumed, let ill men no more be. O thou my soul, bless thou the Lord. Praise to the Lord give ye. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English Tune Title: BLOXHAM

Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P104a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God, thou art exceeding great; With honour and with majesty thou clothed art in state. 2 With light, as with a robe, thyself thou coverest about; and, like unto a curtain, thou the heavens stretchest out. 3 Who of his chambers doth the beams within the waters lay; who doth the clouds his chariot make, on wings of wind make way. 4 Who flaming fire his ministers, his angels spirits, doth make: 5 who earth’s foundations firm did lay, that it should never shake. 6 Thou didst it cover with the deep, as with a garment spread: the waters stood above the hills, above the mountains' head. 7 But at the voice of thy rebuke they fled, and would not stay; they at thy thunder’s dreadful voice did haste them fast away. 8 They by the hills ascend, their way back by the vales they take, descending to the very place which thou for them didst make. 9 Thou hast a bound unto them set, o'er which they may not go, that they may not return again to earth to overflow. 10 He through the valleys sendeth springs, 'mong hills their course they take: 11 beasts of field all drink of them their thirst wild asses slake. 12 The birds of heaven their dwelling make where these do flow along, and from among the leafy boughs with joy give forth their song. 13 He from his chambers watereth the hills when they are dried: with fruit and increase of thy works the earth is satisfied. 14 For cattle he makes grass to grow, herb for man's use to spring, that from the bosom of the earth he bread for him may bring; 15 And wine that to the heart of man doth cheerfulness impart, oil that doth make his face to shine, bread strengthening his heart. 16 The trees of God are full of sap; the cedars that do stand on Lebanon, which planted were by his almighty hand. 17 Birds of the air upon their boughs do choose their nests to make; as for the stork, the fir tree she doth for her dwelling take. 18 The lofty mountains for wild goats a place of refuge be; the conies also to the rocks do for their safety flee. 19 He sets the moon in heaven, thereby the seasons to discern: from him the sun his certain time of going down doth learn. 20 Thou darkness mak’st, ‘tis night, then beasts of forests creep abroad. 21 The lions young roar for their prey, and seek their meat from God. 22 The sun doth rise, and home they flock, down in their dens they lie. 23 Man goeth to his work, and doth his toil till evening ply. 24 O Lord, how manifold thy works! In wisdom wonderful thou every one of them hast made; earth’s of thy riches full: 25 So is this great and spacious sea, wherein things creeping are, which numbered cannot be; and beasts both great and small are there. 26 There ships go; there leviathan, which thou mad'st there to play; 27 all wait on thee, that in due time their food receive they may. 28 That which thou givest unto them they gather for their food; thy bounteous hand thou openest, they filled are with good. 29 Thou hid’st thy face, they troubled are, their breath thou tak’st away, then do they die, and to their dust return again do they. 30 Thy quickening spirit thou send’st forth, and they created be; and then the earth’s decayed face renewed is by thee. 31 The glory of Jehovah shall endure while ages run; the Lord Almighty shall rejoice in all that he hath done. 32 Earth, as affrighted, trembleth all, if he on it but look; and if the mountains he but touch, they presently do smoke. 33 I to the Lord most high will sing, so long as I shall live; and while I being have I shall to my God praises give. 34 Of him my meditation shall sweet thoughts to me afford; and as for me, I will rejoice and triumph in the Lord. 35 From earth let sinners be consumed, let ill men no more be. O thou my soul, bless thou the Lord. Praise to the Lord give ye. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English Tune Title: COLCHESTER