The Canticle of the Creatures
by St. Francis of Assisi

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 he is, 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 and 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-of-the-Body,
From whose embrace
no mortal can escape.
Woe to those who die
in mortal sin,
Happy those She finds
doing Your holy 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.