INTRO/OUTRO: Dm Dm F G F F Dm VERSE 1:

My s^Dmoul cries out with a j^Foyful s^Ghout that the G^Fod of my h^Dmeart is gr^Geat, And my s^Dmpirit sings of the w^Fondrous th^Gings that you b^Fring to the o^Fnes w^Gho ^Dmwait. You ^Ffixed your sight on the ^Dmservant's plight, and my w^Feakness you d^Dmid not s^Gpurn, So from e^Dmast to west shall my ^Fname be b^Glest. Could the w^Dmorld be ab^Fout ^Gto t^Dmurn?

ANTIPHON:

My he^Fart shall sing of the ^Dmday you bring. Let the f^Fires of your j^Dmustice ^Gburn. Wipe ^Dmaway all the tears, For the d^Fawn draws n^Gear, And the ^Dmworld is a^Fbout ^Gto ^Dmturn.

VERSE 2:

Though^Dm I am small, my G^Fod, my a^Gll, you w^Fork great t^Dmhings in ^Gme, And your m^Dmercy will last from the d^Fepths of the p^Gast to the e^Fnd of the a^Fge ^Gto ^Dmbe. Your ^Fvery name puts the p^Dmroud to shame, and to th^Fose who would ^Dmfor you y^Gearn, You will s^Dmhow your might, put the s^Ftrong to ^Gflight, for the w^Dmorld is ab^Fout ^Gto t^Dmurn.

ANTIPHON:

My he^Fart shall sing of the ^Dmday you bring. Let the f^Fires of your j^Dmustice ^Gburn. Wipe ^Dmaway all the tears, For the d^Fawn draws n^Gear, And the ^Dmworld is a^Fbout ^Gto ^Dmturn.

VERSE 3:

From the ^Dmhalls of power to the fo^Frtress to^Gwer, not a st^Fone will be l^Dmeft on s^Gtone. Let the k^Dming beware for your j^Fustice te^Gars ev'ry t^Fyrant f^From h^Gis t^Dmhrone. The h^Fungry poor shall w^Dmeep no more, for the f^Food they can n^Dmever e^Garn; These are t^Dmables spread, ev'ry m^Fouth be f^Ged, for the w^Dmorld is ab^Fout ^Gto t^Dmurn.

ANTIPHON:

My he^Fart shall sing of the ^Dmday you bring. Let the f^Fires of your j^Dmustice ^Gburn. Wipe ^Dmaway all the tears, For the d^Fawn draws n^Gear, And the ^Dmworld is a^Fbout ^Gto ^Dmturn.

VERSE 4:

Though the n^Dmations rage from ^Fage to ^Gage, we rem^Fember who ^Dmholds us f^Gast: God's m^Dmercy must del^Fiver ^Gus from the c^Fonqueror's c^Frush^Ging ^Dmgrasp. This s^Faving word that our f^Dmorebears heard is the p^Fromise which h^Dmolds us ^Gbound, 'Til the s^Dmpear and rod can be c^Frushed by G^God, who is t^Dmurning the wo^Frld a^Gro^Dmund.

ANTIPHON X2

My he^Fart shall sing of the ^Dmday you bring. Let the f^Fires of your j^Dmustice ^Gburn. Wipe ^Dmaway all the tears, For the d^Fawn draws n^Gear, And the ^Dmworld is a^Fbout ^Gto ^Dmturn. My he^Fart shall sing of the ^Dmday you bring. Let the f^Fires of your j^Dmustice ^Gburn. Wipe ^Dmaway all the tears, For the d^Fawn draws n^Gear, And the ^Dmworld is a^Fbout ^Gto ^Dmturn.

Misc Praise Songs - Canticle of the turning