Martin Smith - Great glorious

^G#7Holy, ho^G#7ly sound, th^G#7is is a hol^G#7y, holy sound When the ^G#m7room begins to s^G#7hake When all ^G#m7hell begins to b^G#7reak Now the d^Eead are gonna rise, As we ^D#sus4lift our voices h^D#igh ^G#7

^C#God, great and glori^G#ous ^G#m [Verse 1] ^G#m7Holy, holy ^G#7joy, I've got ^G#m7holy, holy ^G#7joy There's no ^G#m7glory in the ^G#7grave There's no ^G#m7soul that can't be ^G#7saved We were b^Eorn to be alive Yes, we were ^D#sus4born to lift You h^D#igh ^G#7

^C#God, great and glori^G#ous ^C#God, great ^D#and ^C#/Fglori - ^G#ous ^G#m

^G#Holy, holy, holy, f^G#mreedom I got h^C#oly, holy, holy, f^C#mreedom I got ^D#m/F#holy, holy, holy, f^F#reedom

^C#God, great and glori^G#ous ^C#God, great ^D#and ^C#/Fglori - ^G#ous ^{G#m G#7}

^G#7Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy ^G#7Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy joy