Look up to thy Maker, O soul of mine,
Thy Creator remember whilst thou art young;
Cry morning and night to His grace divine,
And in all thy songs let His name be sung.

On earth the Lord is thy portion and cup,
And when from thy body thou goest lone,
A place for thy rest He hath builded up
And made thee a nest underneath His throne.

Wherefore morning and night I will bless my Lord,
And from all that hath breath let His praise be poured.
Translated by Israel Zangwill