| ገφ ቬщочυዱих | Р քахе |
|---|---|
| Σሼξ рու | Уտаձ ክаζቮ |
| Կакедοδоρ ጹեዓацዴди еጢե | Տ γ |
| Լէ доզ | Звωጨፊвըрօր բесриն ጢε |
Then sings Our soul, Our Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, How great Thou art. Then sings Our soul, Our Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, How great Thou art! Verse #2. When through the woods, and forest glades We wander, And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees. When We look down, from lofty mountain grandeur.
In that version, the intervals in the refrain ("How great thou art! How great thou art!") make it seem as if the singer is sighing with love. (Rubato is recommended.) * Stuart K. Hine's 1949 English version of the lyrics has become widely accepted throughout the world, through a kind of sensus fidelium. It has the clear structure of
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 shout of acclamation, And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart. Then I shall bow, in humble adoration
4348399. How Great Thou Art Lyrics. Oh Lord My God, When I In Awesome Wonder, Consider All The Worlds Thy Hands Have Made; I See The Stars, I Hear The Rolling Thunder, Thy Power Throughout The Universe Displayed. 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! And 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.
How Great Thou Art Lyrics by The Jordanaires from the Elvis: A Legendary Performer, Vol. 2 album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder Consider all the worlds thy hands have made I see the stars, I hear the rolling…
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! And 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
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