Galina Grigorjeva - Bless the Lord, O my soul!

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Bless the Lord, o my soul! O Lord, my God thou art very great! Thou art clothed with homour and majesty Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: Who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: Who Layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: Who maketh the clouds his chariot: Who walketh upon the wings of the wind: Who maketh his angels spirits: Who laid the foundations of the earth That it should not be removed forever
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