Psalms 104:1
1Bless the LORD, my soul. The LORD, my God, you are very great. You are clothed with honor and majesty.
Bless the LORD, my soul: the psalm opens as praise of the Creator's greatness, clothed with honor and majesty. Wesley frames the whole as glory for creation and providence after the foregoing psalm's praise for love to the people. The soul is summoned first; worship begins in the worshiper.
Both camps: creation praise is not a side chapel. What comes through is a Father whose majesty is public in the world He made, and whose greatness invites willing blessing—not a God who must be coaxed into being great. The soul's call is authentic address under grace.
Calvin: after exhorting himself to praise, the Psalmist adds abundant matter for the exercise, condemning ingratitude if God's praises are buried in silence. God is exceeding great; He has clothed Himself with praise and glory. The hidden God comes forth clothed for our sake.
Praise is owed because the Creator has already displayed Himself. The soul is stirred because the world already declares His greatness. Wesley says as much: bless the Lord; the majesty is not invented by the singer.