Hymns of Thanksgiving Day 6: How Great Thou Art
What causes such a response from our hearts?
Awe is defined as “reverential respect mixed with fear or wonder, an element of surprise or astonishment inspired by authority, the sacred, or sublime; worship.”
Again, what elicits such a response from us?
The only true GOD—rightly acknowledging and rightly responding to the greatness of our GOD.
When we begin to grasp the true awesomeness of Almighty GOD, we gain a new appreciation for our own position before Him. He is Creator; we are the created ones. He is sovereign; we possess no power and fall on His mercy. He holds the indisputably highest standard of purity, holiness, power, wisdom, glory, and so much more. As redeemed sinners, we simply offer due thanksgiving and praise. When we recognize that this same Almighty GOD is deeply invested in our individual lives, through one intimate encounter after another, we are overwhelmed with wonder and gratitude.
I love these few lines from “Rose of Bethlehem” by Selah that capture the wonder a love like His, the purposely planned depths of self-sacrifice of our Savior… for us… for me!
“Mystery, how He came to be a Man,
GOD predestined that His Son would die
and He still created man;
Oh what love is this,
that His death was in His plan…
Mystery, O mystery…”
In this week of Thanksgiving, nothing should command a more grateful exclamation from my heart and my lips than rightly acknowledging and rightly responding to the true awesomeness of our LORD and Savior. May we join with the words of this timeless hymn today, offering due honor and praise to the only One who is truly GREAT!
How Great Thou Art
by: Carl Boberg (1859-1940)
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 Savior, 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 hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.
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.
When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy will fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim, my GOD, how great Thou art!