Analysis of Praise the Lord

For everything, O Lord, I praise
After my troubled day replete with weakness,
You send me evening’s dawning rays
The vastness of the far away and meekness

Although by loneliness indwelt,
I still behold the sunset spread its glitter
The Evening Star - therein it melts
And like a precious stone - therein it jitters

My lasting thought I’ll never rue:
My gratitude for life is unabating
And when in solitude I’m contemplating
I’m deaf to all, but speak with you!