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…. 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…. When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation and take me home — what joy shall fill my heart!
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Images Donate icon An illustration of a heart shape Donate Ellipses icon An illustration of text ellipses. It appears your browser does not have it turned on. Please see your browser settings for this feature. EMBED for wordpress. O Lord my God! 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!
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! When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation And take me home-what joy shall fill my heart! Then shall I bow in humble adoration And there proclaim, 'My God, how great thou art! Published by kingswaysongs. North and South America. Please include all items copied in your annual report, quoting 'Worship Workshop'.
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