{title:How Great Thou Art}
{tempo: 60}
{time: 4/4}

{c: Verse 1}
O Lord, my [G]God! When I in [C]awesome wonder
Consider [G]all the [D]worlds Thy hands have [G]made
I see the [G]stars, I hear the [C]rolling thunder
Thy power through[G]out the [D]universe dis[G]played

{c: Chorus}
{soc}
Then sings my [G]soul, my [C]Savior God to [G]Thee
How great Thou [Am]art, [D] how great Thou [G]art
Then sings my [G]soul, my [C]Savior God to [G]Thee
How great Thou [Am]art, [D] how great Thou [G]art
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{c: Verse 2}
When through the [G]woods, and forest [C]glades I wander,
And hear the [G]birds sing [D]sweetly in the [G]trees.
When I look [G]down, from lofty [C]mountain grandeur
And hear the [G]brook, and [D]feel the gentle [G]breeze.

{c: Verse 3}
And when I [G]think that God, His [C]Son not sparing
Sent Him to [G]die, I [D]scarce can take it [G]in;
That on the [G]Cross, my burden [C]gladly bearing,
He bled and [G]died to [D]take away my [G]sin.

{c: Verse 4}
When Christ shall [G]come, with shout of [C]acclamation,
And take me [G]home, what [D]joy shall fill my [G]heart.
Then I shall [G]bow, in humble [C]adoration,
And there pro[G]claim, "My [D]God, how great Thou [G]art!"

{title: This Is My Father's World}

{c: Verse 1 - Slow, Meditative}
This [C]is my [G]Father's [C]world, and [F]to my [C]listening [G]ears
All [C]nature sings, and [E]round me [Am]rings
The [C]music [G]of the [C]spheres.
{soc}
This [C]is my [F]Father's [C]world: I [F]rest me in the [C]thought
Of [C]rocks and trees, of [E]skies and [Am]seas;
His [C]hand the [G]wonders [C]wrought.
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{c: Verse 2 - Faster}
This [C]is my [G]Father's [C]world, the [F]birds their [C]carols [G]raise,
The [C]morning light, the [E]lily [Am]white,
De[C]clare their [G]Maker's [C]praise.
{soc}
This [C]is my [F]Father's [C]world: He [F]shines in all that's [C]fair;
In the [C]rustling grass I [E]hear Him [Am]pass;
He [C]speaks to [G]me every[C]where.
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{c: Verse 3}
This is [C]my [G]Father's [C]world. O [F]let me [C]ne'er for[G]get
That [C]though the wrong seems [E]oft so [Am]strong,
God [C]is the [G]ruler [C]yet.
{soc}
This [C]is my [F]Father's [C]world: the [F]battle is not [C]done:
Je[C]sus Who died shall be [E]satis[Am]fied,
And [C]earth and [G]Heav'n be [C]one.
{eoc}