Великий Бог! Когда на мир смотрю я,
На все, что Ты создал рукой Творца,
На всех существ, кого, свой свет даруя,
Питаешь Ты любовию Отца, -
Припев:
Тогда поёт мой дух, Господь, Тебе:
Как Ты велик, как Ты велик!
Когда смотрю я к небу, к звездам млечным,
Где дивно светлые миры текут,
Где солнце и луна в эфире вечном,
Как в океане корабли плывут, -
Когда весной природа расцветает,
И слышу в дальней роще соловья,
И аромат долины грудь вдыхает,
И слух ласкает звонкий шум ручья, -
Когда из туч нависших гром несется,
И в ночи темной молния блестит.
Когда над почвой тощей дождь прольется
И радуга мой ясный взор пленит, -
Когда читаю я повествованье,
О чудных Божьих делах святых,
Как Он людей - живое достоянье
И возлюбил, и спас от бед земных, -
Когда я вижу лик Христа смиренный,
Кто людям в мире этом был рабом,
Как на кресте Он умер, Царь вселенной,
И нам прощенье приобрел крестом, -
Когда соблазн мне сердце угнетает,
И смертной скорбью дух мой удручен,
И Он в любви ко мне главу склоняет,
И нежным словом заглушает стон, -
Когда Господь меня Сам призывает,
И светит луч сияния Его,
Тогда мой дух в смирении смолкает,
Признав величие Бога Своего, -
Припев:
И лишь одно он вновь поет Тебе:
Как Ты велик, как Ты велик!
O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands have made.
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Припев:
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
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:
Припев
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:
Припев
When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
Припев Great God! When I look at the world
For everything that You created by the hand of the Creator,
On all beings whom, giving their light,
You nourish the Father's love, -
Chorus:
Then my spirit sings, Lord, to You:
How great You are, how great You are!
When I look to the sky, to the milky stars,
Where wonderfully bright worlds flow
Where the sun and the moon are in eternal ether,
As ships sail in the ocean, -
When nature blooms in spring
And I hear a nightingale in the far grove,
And the aroma of the valley breathes in my chest,
And the ear is caressed by the sonorous noise of the brook, -
When thunder rises from the clouds overhanging,
And in the dark night lightning shines.
When rain falls over the skinny soil
And the rainbow will captivate my clear gaze, -
When I read the story,
About the wonderful deeds of God of the saints,
How He is a living asset of people
And he loved and saved from the troubles of the earth, -
When I see the humble face of Christ,
Who was a slave to people in this world,
He died on the cross, King of the universe,
And he gained forgiveness for us with the cross, -
When temptation oppresses my heart
And with mortal sorrow my spirit is dejected,
And He bows his head in love to me,
And drowns out a moan with a tender word, -
When the Lord Himself calls me,
And a ray of His radiance shines,
Then my spirit becomes silent in humility,
Recognizing the greatness of His God, -
Chorus:
And only one thing he sings to you again:
How great You are, how great You are!
O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands have made.
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Chorus:
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
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:
Chorus
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:
Chorus
When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
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