O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder |
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. |
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, |
Thy power through-out the universe displayed. |
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Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee; |
How great Thou art, how great Thou art! |
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee: |
How great Thou art, how great Thou art! |
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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 hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze: |
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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: |
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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 there proclaim, my God. how great Thou art! |