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There is none like unto my God.

For who can fashion clothes

out of honor and majesty?

Who can weave a garment

out of light?

Who can stretch the heavens

like a curtain

for his habitation?

None but my God.

All the earth

sings praise to You,

does wait for You,

and if only,

Lord,

we would learn to

wait for You,

sing praise to You,

like the creatures low

who wait for food.

Praise the Lord, O earth created!

Let all your existence

shine forth His glory and majesty!

Praise Him as the flower

in the night:

Though draped in darkness

be your petals, let them

reach for star-strewn sky,

and seek the day’s new dawning.

O bless the Lord,

O bless the Lord,

O bless the Lord, my soul!