Psalm 104: 1-4

Glory shone upon the mountain,

Rising at your command.

Robed in light, the morning trembles,

Gilding the sleeping land.

My heart is swift to rise to you,

A hawk above the strand,

Winging cross the brightening sky

To rest upon your hand.

Psalm 104

 ¹ Praise the LORD, O my soul.
       O LORD my God, you are very great;
       you are clothed with splendor and majesty.

 ² He wraps himself in light as with a garment;
       he stretches out the heavens like a tent

 ³ and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters.
       He makes the clouds his chariot
       and rides on the wings of the wind.

 ⁴ He makes winds his messengers,
       flames of fire his servants.