O lord my God! When i in awesome wonder
concider all the works thy hand has made
i see the stars, i hear the mighty thunder
thy power throught the urniverse displayed
Then sings my soul, my saviour God, to thee
How great your art, how great your art
Then sings my soul, my saviour, to thee
How great your art! How great your art!
When through the woods & forest glades i wonder
and hear the birds sing sweetly in trees.
When i look down lastly mountains feel the gentle breeze.
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