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.
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!
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