Most High, all-powerful,
good Lord, all praise is yours,
all glory, all honor, and all blessing.
To you, alone, Most High,
do they belong.
No mortal lips are worthy
to pronounce your name.
All praise be yours, my Lord,
through all you have made,
and first my lord Brother Sun,
who brings the day; and
through whom you give us light.
How beautiful is he, how radiant
in all his splendor; Of you, Most High,
he bears the likeness.
All Praise be yours, my Lord,
through Sister Moon
and the stars; in the heavens
you have made them,
bright, and precious, and fair.
All praise be yours, my Lord,
through Brothers wind and air,
and fair and stormy,
all the weather's moods,
by which you cherish all
that you have made.
All praise be yours, my Lord,
through Sister Water, so useful,
humble, precious and pure.
All praise be yours, my Lord,
through Brother Fire, through whom
you brighten up the night.
How beautiful is he, how cheerful!
Full of power and strength.
All praise be yours, my Lord,
through our Sister Mother Earth,
who sustains us and governs us,
and produces various fruits
with colored flowers and herbs.
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