To be sung to How Great Thou Art, as additional verses.
And when I think that earth and sky are empty
Of any grace, and I am all alone,
I still find God, the Giver of all plenty,
Speaking again: My son, you are my own.
Then sings my soul, my savior God to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art.
Then sings my soul, my savior God to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art.
And though I come with some small earthly wanting
To that same God who birthed the stars above,
He yet descends from his celestial awning,
That He might show a fallen man his love.
Then sings my soul, my savior God to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art.
Then sings my soul, my savior God to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art.