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!

(Carl Boberg / Translated by Stuart K. Hine)

Joni Shaffer