1. MP 37 As the deer pants for the water

    1. As the deer pants for the water,
      so my soul longs after You.
      You alone are my heart’s desire
      and I long to worship You.

      You alone are my strength, my shield,
      to You alone may my spirit yield.
      You alone are my heart’s desire
      and I long to worship You.

    2. I want You more than gold or silver,
      only You can satisfy.
      You alone are the real joy-giver
      and the apple of my eye.

      You alone are my strength, my shield,
      to You alone may my spirit yield.
      You alone are my heart’s desire
      and I long to worship You.

    3. You’re my friend
      and You’re my brother,
      even though You are a king.
      I love You more than any other,
      so much more than anything.

      You alone are my strength, my shield,
      to You alone may my spirit yield.
      You alone are my heart’s desire
      and I long to worship You.

    © Martin Nystrom

  2. MP 506 How great thou art

    1. O Lord my God!
      when I in awesome wonder
      consider all the works
      Thy hand hath made,
      I see the stars,
      I hear the mighty thunder,
      the power throughout
      the universe displayed;

      Then sings my soul,
      my Saviour God, to Thee,
      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!

    2. 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 Saviour God, to Thee,
      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!

    3. 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:

      Then sings my soul,
      my Saviour God, to Thee,
      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!

    4. When Christ shall come
      with shout of acclamation
      and take me home -
      what joy shall fill my heart!
      Then shall I bow
      in humble adoration
      and there proclaim,
      my God, how great Thou art!

      Then sings my soul,
      my Saviour God, to Thee,
      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!

    © Stuart Wesley Keene Hine