How Great Thou Art

A day after the state track meet in Cheney, I traveled to the San Juan Islands for an ecology field study.  This included investigations at Jakle’s Lagoon (~3 mile hike), Cattle Point, and a number of other tidal areas.  I’m not ecology’s biggest fan, so the science of the trip was not my favorite part, but snooping about tidepools is always fun.  Highlights, though, included climbing on/up rocks at the beaches, lighting campfires (Pacific Northwest = wet firewood), paddling about a lake in a kayak, and evening worship, which inspired the title of this post.

After the stress of state track, an ecology trip was the last thing I wanted to do.  I just wanted to sleep, and sleep, and sleep some more.  It’s not that I was that tired–I actually got a goodly amount of sleep at state–but more that I was mentally exhausted.  Thinking about food webs and phosphate contamination and pH values of the ocean has never been my idea of “fun”, and certainly not last weekend.  As much as the ecology part bored me, seeing God’s creation and being out in the fresh air was good for me.  Here, as in the hills of Cheney, I saw the beauty of creation–merely a clouded reflection of who God is.  If creation is that awesome, how much moreso is the Creator?

I didn’t take very many pictures, so I haven’t anything to share with you in that regard; instead:

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: “My God, how great Thou art!”

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

~Carl Boberg

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