Love >Hate. Peace >Destruction. Goodness > Evil. I Believe!

When thru 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 hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze...

Then I shall bow in humble adoration and there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!

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 ...

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Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!