How Great Thou Art (Fresh Cut Flowers)

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy Hand hath made
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder
Thy pow’r throughout the universe displayed
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
I 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
But 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 shouts 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
All creation shouts
With beauty resounds
It says to me, that we should sing
Hallelujah
So the people sing
With the choirs of heaven
Our melodies, so beautiful
Hallelujah
And the trumpet sounds
Like fresh cut flowers
It’s heralding Your great name
Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, how great Thou art
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, how great Thou art
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, how great Thou art
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, 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