Bless the Lord, my soul!
My God, you are
great indeed!
You are clothed with
majesty and glory,
robed in light
as with a cloak.
All creatures look to you
to give them food
in due time.
When you open
your hand, they
are filled with
good things.
If you take away
their breath,
they perish and
return to their dust.
When you send
forth your spirit
they are created,
and you renew
the face of the earth.
Bless the Lord, my soul!
(Ref. to Psalm 104)
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