From the high est of (F#)heights to the depths of the

or cre a tions re (B)veal ing Your maj en es (A)ty.

From the col ors of (F#)Fall to the fra grance of Spring,

ev ’ry crea ture u (E)nique in the song that it (A)sings.

(F#)All ex claim ing: In de scrib a ble, un con tain a ble; (E2)You placed the stars in the sky, and You know them by name.

(B)You are a maz ing, God;

All pow er ful, un tam a ble.

(E)Awe struck, we fall to our knees as we hum bly pro claim

(B)You are a maz ing, God.

Who has told ev ’ry (F#)light ning bolt where it should go

or seen heav en ly (B)store hous es lad en with (A)snow?

Who i mag ined the (F#)sun and gives source to its light

yet con ceals it to (E)bring us the cool ness of (A)night?

(F#)None can fath om.

In de scrib a ble, un con tain a ble; (E2)You placed the stars in the sky, and You know them by name.

(B)You are a maz ing, God;

All pow er ful, un tam a ble.

(E)Awe struck, we fall to our knees as we hum bly pro claim

(B)You are a maz ing, God.

(B)You are a maz ing, God.

You are a maz ing, God.