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 hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze
Then sings my soul my Savior God to Thee
How great Thou art...
How great, indeed.
"How Great Thou Art" -- by Stuart K. Hine
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 sings my soul my Savior God to Thee
How great Thou art...
How great, indeed.
"How Great Thou Art" -- by Stuart K. Hine