michael w. smith
how great thou art
Oh 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  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  Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art? Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art?  Oh, and when I think that God, his Son not sparing Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in That on that 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? Then sings my soul my Saviour God to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art?  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?  Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art? Then sings my soul my Saviour God to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art?  How great Thou art, how great Thou art? How great Thou art, how great Thou art?