243 (C) MP 409 OB 135
O, Lord my God,
When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all
The works Thine hands have made.
I see the stars, I hear the mighty 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.
2) 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 burdens gladly bearing,
He bled and died, to take away my sin.
3) 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,
And there proclaim:
My God, how great Thou art.
244 (Eb) OB 3
They come from the east and west,
They come from the lands a-far.
To feast with our King, to dine as His guests,
How blessed these pilgrims are!
Beholding His hallowed face,
Aglow with love divine,
Blest partakers of His grace,
As gems in His crown to shine.
Since Jesus has set me free,
I'm happy as heart can be;
No longer I bear the burden of care
His yoke is so sweet to me.
My soul was as black as night,
But darkness has taken flight;
Now I shout the victory,
For Jesus has set me free!
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2) I look on the Great White Throne,
Before it the ransom'd stand;
No longer are tears, no sorrow is known
Nor death in that goodly land.
My Saviour has gone before;
Preparing the way for me;
Soon we'll meet to part no more
Thru' time or eternity.
3) The gates of that holy place
Stand open by night and day;
O look to the Lord, who giveth more grace,
Whose love has prepared the way.
A home in those mansions fair
His hand hath reserved for all,
For the wedding feast prepare,
Obeying the gracious call.
4) Jesus is coming soon,
Our trials will then be o'er.
O what if our Lord, this moment should come
For those who are free from sin.
Oh then would it bring you joy
Or sorrow and deep despair,
When the Lord of glory comes
We'll meet Him up in the air.
245 (Eb) RH 155 MP 443
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear;
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds
And drives away his fear.
2) It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
3) Dear Name, the Rock on which I build
My shield and hiding-place,
My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
4) Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest and King,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.
5) I would Thy boundless love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
So shall the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
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