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.
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.
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!
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!
-Carl Boberg
*photos taken at The Ark Encounter
