A2 | D | |
Oh Lord my | God, when I in | awesome wonder |
When through the | woods, and forest | glades I wander, |
And when I | think that God, His | Son not sparing |
When Christ shall | come with shout of | acclamation |
A2 | E | Bm | A2 | |
Consider | all the | worlds Thy | hands have | made; |
And hear the | birds sing | sweetly | in the | trees; |
Sent Him to | die, I | scarce can | take it | in; |
And take me | home, what | joy shall | fill my | heart; |
D | |
I see the stars, I hear the | rolling thunder: |
When I look down from lofty | mountain grandeur, |
That on the cross, my burden | gladly bearing, |
Then I shall bow in humble | adoration, |
A2 | E | Bm | A2 | |
Thy pow'r through - | out the | uni - | verse dis - | played. |
And hear the b - | rook and | feel the | gentle | breeze. |
He bled and d - | ied to | take a - | way my | sin. |
And there pro - c - | laim my | God how | great Thou | art! |
A2 | D | A2 | |
Then sings my | soul my | Savior God to | Thee, |
E | A2 | |
How great Thou | art, how great Thou | art; |
D | A2 | |
Then sings my soul my | Savior God to | Thee, |
E | Bm | A2 | |
How great Thou | art | , how great Thou | art. |