Praise the Lord O my soul O Lord my God You are very great You are clothed in splendor and majesty He wraps Himself in the light Stretches the heavens out And He lays the beams of His chambers on the waters Chorus He makes the clouds His chariots And He rides on the wings of the wind He makes the winds His messengers And flames of fire His servants He set the earth in it's place It can never be moved And He covered it with the deep As with a garment I will sing to the Lord All of my life I will sing praise to my God for as long as I live