Let's sing to my soul, my Savior, God to Thee.
How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
Let's sing to my soul, my Savior, God to Thee.
How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
We're through the woods and forests, late I wander,
and hear the birds sing, singing the praise.
When I look down from County Mountain Ranger,
and hear the brook and hear the gentle breeze,
this is my soul, my Savior, God to Thee.
How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
This is my soul, my Savior, God to Thee.
How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
And when I think that God is sung, God's bearing.
Lift it up now!
Sending to the island, I scarce can take it.
And on the cross, my heard and glad he bearing,
he bled and died to take away my sin.
This is my soul, my Savior, God to Thee.
How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
This is my soul, my Savior, God to Thee.
How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
And on the last now, when Christ shall come,
His shout of application,
and take me home,
but yours shall fill my heart.
When I shall bow in humble adoration,
and their proclaim,
my God, how great Thou art.
This is my soul, my Savior, God to Thee.
How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
This is my soul, my Savior, God to Thee.
How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
Amen.
More about Jesus would I know.
More of His praise to Father's show.
More of His saving, full of sin.
More of His love who died for me.
More, more about Jesus.
More of His saving, full of sin.
More of His love who died for me.
More about Jesus let me learn.
More of His holy will discern.
Spirit of God, my teacher be,
showing the things of Christ.
Let's dump all that chorus now.
More, more about Jesus.
More of His saving, full of sin.
More of His love who died for me.
More about Jesus in His Word.
All in communion with my Lord.
Hear His voice in every time.
Waking His faithful, sitting by.
More, more about Jesus.
More of His saving, full of sin.
More of His love who died for me.
Amen.
On the last, more about Jesus.
More of His glory of His own.
For His kingdom sure increased.
More of His crying praise the peace.
More, more about Jesus.
More of His saving, full of sin.
More of this God who died for me.
This is my father's birth, and to my listening ears,
all his tears seem to crown me with the music of the spheres.
This is my father's birth, and to my listening ears,
all his tears seem to crown me with the music of the spheres.
This is my father's birth, and to my listening ears,
all his tears seem to crown me with the music of the spheres.
This is my father's birth, and to my listening ears,
all his tears seem to crown me with the music of the spheres.
This is my father's birth, oh let me hear for him,
that both the mountains of Stoscona is a ruler there.
This is my father's birth, but that all is not done.
Jesus Christ shall be satisfied with every one.
There was a time on earth when in the book of Heaven
the Holy Count was standing for Satan and for him.
My name was at the top, and many things we know.
I went into the keeper and said,
Love the goat, love the goat.
Yes, the Holy Count will sell love the goat.
And the records came today for he washed my sins away.
And the Holy Count will sell love the goat.
And the old account was far.
He was holding every day, for I was always singing.
And every time he came, when I looked ahead.
In Salsa's pain and blood I said, Love the goat, love the goat.
And the old account was far.
Yes, the old account was far.
And the records came today for he washed my sins away.
When you're down to settle on the go.
When at the judge before I stand before my king,
any of the book will open.
He cannot write his name, and will my heart be
mad on his rule, though he does not
settle on the go.
Say, man, lift it up now, whatever I need.
I settle it all, yes, when you're down to settle on the go.
And the difference makes a big glory.
Watch my sins open, and the old account will settle on the go.
When in that happy home, my saviour's home above,
I'll sing great empty story and praise it for his love.
I'll never forget the world with things wide as snow,
because my king will settle on the go, on the go.
I'll never forget the world with things wide as snow,
because my king will settle on the go.
When in that happy home, my saviour's home above,
I'll sing great empty story and praise it for his love.
And the difference makes a big glory.
When in that happy home, my saviour's home above,
I'll sing great empty story and praise it for his love.
I'll never forget the world with things wide as snow,
because my king will settle on the go.
When in that happy home, my saviour's home above,
I'll sing great empty story and praise it for his love.
When in that happy home, my saviour's home above,
I'll sing great empty story and praise it for his love.
I'll never forget the world with things wide as snow,
because my king will settle on the go, on the go.
When in that happy home, my saviour's home above,
I will sing great empty story and praise it for his love.
And the difference makes a big glory.
When in that happy home, my saviour's home above,
walk in the steps of the Savior, let it pass the flight.
Walking in footsteps of gentle forbearance, footsteps of
faithfulness, mercy, and love, looking to Him for the
grace we they promised, happy, now happy, our journey
above, how beautiful to walk in the steps of the
Savior, stepping in the light, stepping in the light, how
beautiful to walk in the steps of the Savior, let it pass
the flight. Trying to walk in the steps of the Savior,
upward, still upward, will follow our guide. When we
shall see Him, the King in His beauty, happy, our
place at His side, how beautiful to walk in the steps of
the Savior, stepping in the light, stepping in the light,
how beautiful to walk in the steps of the Savior, let it
pass the flight.
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