Consider all the
worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I
hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout
the universe displayed.
Chorus
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art,
How great Thou art. x2
When through the
woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds
sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down,
from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook,
and feel the gentle breeze.
And when I think,
that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I
scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross,
my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to
take away my sin.
When Christ shall
come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home,
what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in
humble adoration,
And then proclaim:
"My God, how great Thou art!"
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