The Lord is great! The countless heavens
Are rooms in his castle;
His chariot is a storm and thundering clouds,
And it is pulled by lightning.

The red glow of dawn is simply a reflection
Of the hem of his clothing;
And compared to his brightness
The flaming light of the sun is twilight.

He looks down on the earth with a gracious glance:
It turns green, it blossoms and laughs.
He frowns: fire emerges from the rocks,
And the sea and sky quake.

Praise the powerful, gracious Lord,
You lights of his castle!
You hordes of suns, blaze to his glory!
You earth, sing his praise!

Exalt him, you seas! roar his praise!
You rivers, murmur it!
Let the lofty head of the cedar bow
And each forest bow before him!

You lions, roar in his honour in the woods!
Sing to him, you birds, sing!
Be his altar, you rocks, which he struck,
Let your steam be incense for him!

Let the echo praise him! And let nature
Sing him a merry concerto!
And you, lord of the earth, oh human, dissolve
Completely in harmonies!

He has made you happy, more than all others:
He gave you a spirit
Which penetrates through the structure of everything, and grasps
The wheels of nature.

Exalt him high, for your blessedness;
He does not need any praise to give happiness.
Base inclinations and burdens fly away
When you turn towards him.

May the sun never rise out of the red ocean,
Or never sink back into it,
Without you uniting your own voice with
The voice of nature.

Praise him in the rainy weather and in drought,
In sunshine and in storm!
When it snows, when frost builds bridges out of water,
And when the earth turns green!

In times of flood, in war and pestilence
Trust him, and sing praises to him!
He cares for you; since he intended happiness when he created
The human race.

And oh, how lovingly he also cares for me!
Instead of gold and glory he gives
Me the capacity to recognise the truth,
And he gives friends and the playing of stringed instruments.

Lord, preserve what you have lent to me,
I need nothing more for my happiness.
Through this sacred trembling, otherwise powerless, I shall
Praise you eternally!

In dark forests I shall only
Deal with you.
And I shall sigh out loud, and look towards the heavens
As the sky looks through the branches;

And I shall wander by the sea shore, and
I shall see you in every wave;
And I shall hear you in the storm, I shall admire
Your wall hangings as I look at the meadow! 

On cliffs my reeling eyes will 
Look through ripped clouds,
And I shall search for you during the day, until at night
You rock me in sacred dreams.