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
is well with my soul And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight And the clouds be rolled back as a scroll The trump shall resound and the Lord
from Emmanuel's vein; and sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains; and
I've a friend who's always near me I've a friend who always cheers me I've a friend who is so dear to me What a precious Friend is He. Chorus He'll go