O Lord My God, When I In Awesome Wonder
Consider All The Works Thy Hands Have Made,
I See The Stars, I Hear The Rolling Thunder,
Thy Pow’r Thru-Out The Universe Displayed!

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!

When Thru 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 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!

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!

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!

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 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!