Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God to Thee;
How great Thou art,
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 throughout
the universe displayed,
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God to Thee;
How great Thou art,
How great Thou art! (x 2)
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;
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God to Thee;
How great Thou art,
How great Thou art! (x 2)
And when I think that God,
His Son not sparing,
Send Him to us,
I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross
my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died
to take away my sin;
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God to Thee;
How great Thou art,
How great Thou art! (x 2)
When Christ shall come
with shout of acclamation
And take me home,
what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humbled adoration
And there proclaim,
my God, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God to Thee;
How great Thou art,
How great Thou art! (x 2)
How Great Thou Art