Jon Thurlow - Majestic

I can he^Car the skies de^G/Bclare Your works, And the^D/F# glory always go^AM7ing forth There’s no lan^Cguage where their v^G/Boice has not been he^Dard ^CDay to day po^G/Burs forth speech ^D/F#Night to night sp^AM7eaks to me Their utter^Cance to the ^G/Bend of the wo^Drld

^C O LOR^C/ED, our L^D/F#ord, how ma^Gje - ^D/F#stic ^EMis Yo^Dur N^Came in a^C/Ell t^D/F#he e

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ar^G/Bth ^C O LOR^C/ED, our L^D/F#ord, how ma^Gje - ^D/F#stic ^EMis Yo^Dur N^Came in a^C/Ell t^D/F#he e

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ar^G/Bth

^C When I consider the h^EMeavens, the works of Your f^Dingers The moon and the s^G/Btars which You’ve ordained ^C Who am I, ^EMwho am I, w^Dho am I