The Greatness of God

Sometimes, when you’re trying to think of exactly the right way to say something, someone else has already said it in perfection:

 

O 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.

When your voice speaks in rolls of thunder pealing,
Your lightning power bursts in bright surprise;
When cooling rain, your gentle love revealing;
Reflects your promise, arcing through the skies.

And when I think of 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.

O when I see ungrateful man defiling,
This bounteous earth, God’s gifts so good and great;
In foolish pride, God’s holy Name reviling,
And yet, in grace, His wrath and judgment wait.

When burdens press, and seem beyond endurance,
Bowed down with grief, to Him I lift my face;
And then in love He brings me sweet assurance:
‘My child! for thee sufficient is my grace’.

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation,
And lead me home, what joy shall fill my heart;
Then I shall bow with humble adoration,
And then proclaim, my God, how great Thou art.

Carl Boberg (1859–1940)