August 21, 2022

Prayer of Saint Francis, Canticle of the Sun

Most high, all powerful, all 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.

Be praised, my Lord, through all your creatures, especially through my lord Brother Sun, who brings the day; and you give light through him. And he is beautiful and radiant in all his splendor! Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.

Be praised, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars; in the heavens you have made them, precious and beautiful.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air, and clouds and storms, and all the weather, through which you give your creatures sustenance.

Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water; she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brother Fire, through whom you brighten the night. He is beautiful and cheerful, and powerful and strong.

Be praised, my Lord, through our sister Mother Earth, who feeds us and rules us, and produces various fruits with colored flowers and herbs.

Be praised, my Lord, through those who forgive for love of you; through those who endure sickness and trial. Happy those who endure in peace, for by you, Most High, they will be crowned.

Be praised, my Lord, through our Sister Bodily Death, from whose embrace no living person can escape. Woe to those who die in mortal sin! Happy those she finds doing your most holy will. The second death can do no harm to them.

Praise and bless my Lord, and give thanks, and serve him with great humility. Amen.

Psalm 147

How good it is to sing praises to our God! *

how pleasant it is to honor him with praise!
The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem; *

he gathers the exiles of Israel.
He heals the brokenhearted *

and binds up their wounds.
He counts the number of the stars *

and calls them all by their names.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power; *

there is no limit to his wisdom.
The Lord lifts up the lowly, *

but casts the wicked to the ground.
Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving; *

make music to our God upon the harp.
He covers the heavens with clouds *

and prepares rain for the earth;
He makes grass to grow upon the mountains *

and green plants to serve mankind.
He provides food for flocks and herds *

and for the young ravens when they cry.
He is not impressed by the might of a horse; *

he has no pleasure in the strength of a man;
But the Lord has pleasure in those who fear him, *

in those who await his gracious favor.
Worship the Lord, O Jerusalem; *

praise your God, O Zion;
For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; *

he has blessed your children within you.
He has established peace on your borders; *

he satisfies you with the finest wheat.
He sends out his command to the earth, *

and his word runs very swiftly.
He gives snow like wool; *

he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
He scatters his hail like bread crumbs; *

who can stand against his cold?
He sends forth his word and melts them; *

he blows with his wind, and the waters flow.
He declares his word to Jacob, *

his statutes and his judgments to Israel.
He has not done so to any other nation; *

to them he has not revealed his judgments.

Image: “Green pine trees on mountain slopes” by Horia Varlan is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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