He came to bring the Mourners Joy

Oh Lord, how manifold are thy Works! In Wisdom hast thou made them all: the Earth is full of thy Riches.

Heaven, Earth, Air and Sea, the countless Hosts of all the Worlds praise God the Creator. My Soul sings my Praise to You.

The Sunlight exalts Him when it breaks through the Clouds. The glow of the Moon and the splendor of the Stars praise God in the silent Night.

See how He revives the Land and adorns it with Blessings and Joy. The Forests, Fields and every Beast manifest God’s Finger.

Behold, how the Flocks of Birds fly in the fresh clear Air. Thunder, Lightning, Fog, Hail and Winds are Servants of His Will.

See the flow of the Waters, how they rise and fall. From the Springs to the Seas they rush, glorifying their Creator.

O my God, how wonderfully You present Yourself to my Soul. Always remind me of what You are, and what I am. Amen.