♪ Then sings my soul

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder

consider all the works They Hand hath made,

I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,

Thy pow'r throughout the universe displayed;

Then sings my soul, My savoir God to Thee!

How great Thou art! How great thou art!

When through the woods and forest glades I wander

I 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 savoir God to Thee!

How great Thou art! How great Thou art!