How Great Thou Art

When thru 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 savior God to Thee,

How great thou art!

How great thou art!

(Carl Boberg / Translated by Stuart K. Hine)

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