Psalm 104 Music by Autumn text from the 1650 Scottish Psalter Bless God, my soul! O Lord my God, thou art exceeding great. With honor and with majesty thou art clothed in state. With light, as with a robe, thyself thou coverest about, And, like unto a curtain, thou the heavens stretchest out. Thou didst it cover with the deep, as with a garment spread; The water stood above the hills when thou the word but said. They by the mountains do ascend and by the valley ground Descend unto that very place which thou for them didst found. He to the valley sends the springs, which run among the hills, They to all beasts of the field give drink, wild asses drink their fills. 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. And wine that, to the heart of man, doth cheerfulness impart; Oil that his face makes shine; and bread that strengtheneth his heart. How manifold, Lord, are thy works! In wisdom wonderful Thou every one of them hast made, earths of thy riches full.