How great thou art
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 through 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 see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
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.
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,
And then proclaim: “My God, how great Thou art!”
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!
Que Tu Es Grand
Seigneur, mon Dieu, que Tu es adorable!
To gloire éclate et triomphe en tous lieux!
Que ton saint nom est grand et redoubtable,
Oui, Ta grandeur est au-dessus des cieux!
Chorus: Alors mon coeur
Chante à Toi, mon Sauveur;
Que Tu es grand! Que Tu es grand!
Quand je contemple, en Te rendant homage,
Les cieux, la lune, et les feux différents,
Le firmament, ton marveilleux ouvrage,
Que Ta saggase à places dans leurs rangs.
En parcourant bois, forêts, et clairiéres,
En entendant gazouiller les oiseaux,
En regardant les montagnes altieres,
En ressentant la fraîuisseau.
Je songe à Dieu, n’épargnant pas Son fils,
Qui vint mourir, je le comprends à peine,
Que sur la croix, tout mon fardeau il prit,
Jesus mourit, en effaçant la peine.
Il reviendra, aux grands cris d’acclamation,
Et me prendra, ce Sauveur que j’attends!
Me prosternant en joyeus adoration,
Je vais chanter, Mon Dieu, que Tu est grand!
