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
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
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 then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"
