Our Great God

"For who in the skies is comparable to the LORD? 

Who among the sons of the mighty is like the LORD,"

Psalm 89:6

God has painted breathtaking sunrises this week in the Rockies. I appreciate the beauty that fills the morning skies, but it is short lived. Within seconds the heavens' purple, crimson and golden hues fade away as the sun ascends into view. We live in a land of ever changing skies, but the One who created them never changes. Dawn may arrive tomorrow in a blanket of gray, but our God will still be on His throne, dressed in brilliant light. His brilliance is singular -- there is none other like it, neither in Heaven nor on earth -- and it will never diminish. It is eternal because He is eternal. 

O Lord my God! when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed:


Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
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:


Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul! my Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!


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 Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul! my Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!


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 there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!


Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul! my Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art! 



"How Great Thou Art"
Originally a Swedish folk melody,
"O Store Gud" by Carl Boberg (1859-1940)
was translated by Stuart K. Hine in 1899.