Page 43 - Voices in Praise
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You perfectly understand me. 038 My god, how wonderful thou
It's my cause for praise. I cannot escape your art
presence In air, land or sea.
Your arms of love and protection Verse 1
My god, how wonderful thou art, thy majesty
Are always with me. 1/3
how bright! How beautiful thy mercy-seat, in
Chorus depths of burning light! 1/7
You know me O God, You have made me.
I am proud I'm the work of your hand. In my Verse 2
waking and sleeping moments. How awesome are thine eternal years,
With my being I will praise your name. O everlasting lord, By prostrate spirits day and
night incessantly adored! 2/7
Verse 2
You created light and darkness And you love Verse 3
them both. You blessed the womb of my How beautiful, how beautiful, the sight of thee
mother, You brought me to birth. must be, Thine endless wisdom, boundless
In your image and your likeness power, and awful purity! 3/7
Wonderfully made
I will lift my voice to praise you. you are God in- Verse 4
deed. 2/3 O how I fear Thee living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
Chorus And worship Thee with trembling hope,
You know me O God, You have made me. And penitential tears. 4/7
I am proud I'm the work of your hand. In my
waking and sleeping moments. Verse 5
With my being I will praise your name. Yet i may love thee too, O lord, almighty as
thou art, For thou hast stooped to ask of me
Verse 3 the love of my poor heart. 5/7
I treasure so many memries
Which I have of you Verse 6
Forgive me for thinking evil No earthly father loves like thee; no mother,
If others don't too. e'er so mild, Bears and forbears as thou hast
Continue O God to search me, done with me, thy sinful child. 6/7
Purify my thought
For I want to love and praise you Verse 7
As I really ought. 3/3 Father of Jesus, love's reward, what rapture will
it be Prostrate before thy throne to lie, and
Chorus gaze, and gaze on thee. 7/7
You know me O God, You have made me. HOME
I am proud I'm the work of your hand. In my
waking and sleeping moments. 039 All glory, laud, and honour
With my being I will praise your name. All glory, laud, and honour
HOME To thee, redeemer, king,
To whom the lips of children Made sweet
hosannas ring!
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