The ^Ammountains still ^Ftremble, the ^Cearth still ^Gshakes All ^Amcreation cries ^Fout, to our ^CGod who ^Gmakes ^FAll things with His ^Ghand, no ^Ammatter how ^Ggrand And it makes me say how ^Cgreat, are Your^G works, Lord ^AmGod ^F How ^Cgreat, are Your ^Gworks, Lord ^AmGod

The ^Amheavens are your ^Fhome, Why would you ^Ccome to sinful ^Gearth? Giving ^Amup your place in ^Fglory, ^Cborn, a humble ^Gbirth The blood you ^Fshed for me, on ^GCalvary, Has ^Amfreed me from my ^Fsin So ^Chow could ^GI sin ^Amagai^Fn? Oh, ^Chow, could ^GI sin ^Amagain?

?My ^AmGod, why have you for^Fsaken Me?? He cried ^Cout upon the ^Gtree, The ^AmFather turned His ^Fface from Him, As He ^Cpaid the price for you and ^Gme Satan thought the ^Fbattle he had ^Gwon, Until ^Amdeath was over^Fcome And Jesus said to ^Cme, ?My ^Gchild, you are ^Amfree^F, I ^Cpaid the price for your ^Gsins, and you are ^Amfree.?

And I ^Fthank You ^GLord, for what You?ve ^Amdone,^F I ^Cthank You ^GLord for what You?ve ^Amdone