We will have shop night Thursday Nov 15th

Cody Dunn

Matt J.

When through the woods, and forest glades I thunder,
And sometimes scare a few birds from the trees.
When I roll down, from lofty mountain grandeur
Splash through the brook, and put dust in the breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art.