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.
When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"
There's life and death
there's peace and war
there's joy and suffering
there's love and hate
there's happy and sad
there's beautiful and ugly
there's freedom and bondage
and then there's Christ
a rescue from all of that
everything
nothing was left out
or forgotten
no hidden agendas
no strings attached
My God, how great you are!
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