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| How Great Thou Art |
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| Oh 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 throughout the universe displayed. |
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| 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 |
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| When through the woods and forest glades I wander |
| And hear the birds, sing sweetly in the trees |
| When I look down, from loftly mountain grandeur |
| And hear the brook and feel the Gentle breeze |
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| 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. |
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