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My lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing unto thee; and my soul, which thou hast redeemed. Psalms 71:23 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. Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee; How great Thou art, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art! When through the woods and forest glades I wander And 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 Saviour God, to thee; How great Thou art, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art! 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 Saviour God, to thee; How great Thou art, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art! 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 there proclaim, My God, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee; How great Thou art, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art! *THIS*IS*MY*FATHER'S*WORLD* This is my Father's world, And to my listening ears All nature sings, and round me rings The music of the spheres. This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas -- His hand the wonders wrought. This is my Father's world, The birds their carols raise, The morning light, the lily white, Declare their Maker's praise. This is my Father's world: He shines in all that's fair; In the rustling grass I hear Him pass, He speaks to me every-where. This is my Father's world, O let me never forget That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the Ruler yet. This is my Father's world: The battle is not done; Jesus who died shall be satisfied, And earth and heaven be one. *FAIREST*LORD*JESUS* Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature, O Thou of God to earth come down, Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honour, Thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown. Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands, Robed in the blooming garb of spring: Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, Who makes the woeful hear to sing. Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight, And all the twinkling, starry host: Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer, Than all the angels heaven can boast. While I live will I praise the Lord: I will sing praises unto my God While I have any being. Psalm 146:2 *HOME* *BACK* *NEXT* 
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