Chris Tomlin - Shout to the lord

^FMy Jesus, ^GMy Savior, ^AmLord there is ^Gnone like ^Fyou ^FAll of my d^Fays, ^FI want to p^Fraise, the w^Amonders of your mig^Fhty l^Gove ^FMy comfort, ^GMy shelter, ^Amtower of r^Gefuge and s^Frength ^FLet every b^Freath, ^Fall that I ^Fam, ne^Amver cease to wors^Fhip y^Gou

^FShout to the L^Amord all the e^Farth et us s^Ging ^FPower and ^Ammajesty p^Fraise to the k^Ging ^AmMountains bow down and the s^Feas will roar at the sou^Gnd of^Am your n^Game ^FI sing for j^Amoy at the ^Fwork of your h^Gands ^FForever I'll l^Amove you for^Fever I'll st^Gand ^AmNothing compares to the p^Fromise I h^Gave in Y^Fou