Don Moen - Shout to the lord

^AMy Jesus^E, My saviour, L^F#mord there is no^Ene like yo^Du. All of my d^Aays, ^DI want to prai^Ase, the wonders of your m^Gight^Bmy lov^Ee ^{Esus E A}My comfort^D, my shelter, t^F#mower of r^Eefuge and stre^Dngth. Let every b^Areath, a^Dll that I a^Am, never cease to w^Gorsh^Bmip y^Esusou. ^E

^AShout to the L^F#mord, all the e^Darth let us s^Eing. ^APower and m^F#majesty, pr^Daise to the k^Eing! ^F#mMountains bow do^Ewn, and the se^Das will roar, at the s^Eound ^F#mof your n^Eame. ^AI sing for j^F#moy at the w^Dork of your h^Eands. ^AForever I'll lo^F#mve you, fore^Dver I'll sta^End. ^F#mNothing compar^Ees to the p^Dromise I ha^Eve in yo^Au.