Canticle of the Sun

O my good Lord, almighty and most high,

Thine are the praise, the honour and the glory

And thereto every blessing.

To thee alone are they due, thee they become,

And worthy is no man to give tongue to thy name.

Praise be to thee, my Lord, with all thou’st made,

And in especial Master Sun, our brother,

Who bringeth day, by whom thou givest light.

Comely he is and bright, of a great shining,

And in thy likeness doth he shape his meaning.

Praise be, my Lord, in Sister Moon and the stars:

In heaven thou mad’st them, costly and bright and fair.

Praise be, my Lord, in Brother Wind and the air

In cloudy and clear sky and in all weathers:

By him thou dost sustain life in thy creatures.

Praise be, my Lord, also in Sister Water,

Who serveth all, lowly and precious and pure.

Praise be, my Lord, also in Brother Fire,

Whereby thou dost illumine the night well,

And he is handsome and jocund, strong and hale.