PRAISE POST 4

PRAISE POST

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Bless the Lord, O my soul,
O Lord, my God, Thou art very great
Thou art clothed with glory and majesty

Who coverest Thyself with light as 
with a garment
Who stretcheth  out the heavens 
like a curtain
Who layeth the beams of His 
chambers in the waters
Who maketh the clouds His chariot
Who walketh upon the wings of the wind.

Who maketh His angels spirits,
His ministers a flaming fire
Who laid the foundations of the world,
that it should not be moved forever
Thou coverest it with the deep as with
a garment
The waters stood above the mountains
At Thy rebuke they fled
At the voice of Thy thunder
they hasted away.

They go up by the mountains;
They go down by the valleys
unto the place which Thou hast
founded for them.
Thou hast set a bound that they 
may not pass over
That they turn not again to cover
the earth.

He sendeth the springs into the
valleys
which run among the hills
They give drink to every beast of 
the field.
The wild asses quench their thirst.

By them shall the fowls of the 
heavens have their habitation
which sing among the branches.
He watereth the hills from His
chambers
The earth is satisfied with the fruit
of Thy works.


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