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.
All praise be yours, my Lord,
through all that you have made,
And first my lord Brother Sun,
Who brings the day; and light you
give to us through him.
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 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, lowly, precious
and
pure.
All praise be yours, my Lord,
through Brother Fire,
Through whom you brighten
up
the night.
How beautiful is he,
how gay!
Full of power and strength.
All praise be yours, my Lord,
through Sister Earth,
our mother,
Who feeds us in her
sovereignty
and produces
Various fruits with
colored flowers
and herbs.
All praise be yours, my Lord,
through those who grant
pardon
For love of you; through those who
endure
Sickness and trial.
Happy those who endure
in peace,
By you, Most High, they
will be
crowned.
All praise be yours, my Lord,
through Sister Death,
From whose embrace no
mortal
can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Happy those She finds
doing
your will!
The second death can
do no
harm to them.
Praise and bless my Lord,
and
give him thanks,
And serve him with great
humility.
—English Omnibus of the Sources of the Life of St. Francis
