o lord my g[G]od, when i in [C/G]awesome wonder,
consider [G]all the worlds thy [D/F#]hand hath [G]made.
i see the s[G]tars, i hear the [C/G]rolling thunder
thy pow'r throu[G]ghout the uni[D/F#]verse dis[G]played
then sings my s[G]oul, my s[C/G]avior god, t[G]o thee
how great thou [Am7]art! how great thou [G]art!
then sings my soul, my [C/G]savior god, to [G]thee
how great thou [Am7]art! ho[C/G]w great thou ar[G]t!
and when i t[G]hink that god, his [C/G]son not sparing
sent him to d[G]ie, i scarce can [D/F#]take it [G]in
that on the cro[G]ss, my burden g[C/G]ladly bearing
he bled and d[G]ied to take a[D/F#]way my s[G]in
when christ shall [G]come, with shouts of [C/G]acclamation
and take me [G]home, what joy shall [D/F#]fill my h[G]eart
then i shall b[G]ow in humble a[C/G]doration
and there pro[G]claim, my god, how [D/F#]great you a[G]re!