O Lord, how great are Thy works!@Psalm 92:5
Carl G. Boberg (1859–1940)

Stu­art K. Hine. In 1885, at age 26, Swed­ish preacher Carl G. Bo­berg wrote the words only of a poem entitled O Store Gud. Several years later, Boberg attended a meeting and was surprised to hear his poem being sung to the tune of an old Swed­ish melody.

In the early 1920s, Eng­lish missionaries Stuart K. Hine and his wife ministered in Po­land. It was there they learned the Rus­sian version of Bo­berg’s poem, O Store Gud, coupled with the original Swed­ish melody. Later, Hine wrote original English words and made his own arrangement of the Swed­ish melody, which became popular and is now known as the hymn, How Great Thou Art.

The first three verses were inspired, line upon line, amidst unforgettable experiences in the Car­pa­thi­an Mountains. In a village to which he had climbed, Mr. Hine stood in the street singing a Gospel Hymn and reading aloud, John, Chapter Three. Among the sympathetic listeners was a local village schoolmaster. A storm was gathering, and when it was evident that no further travel could be made that night, the friendly schoolmaster offered his hospitality. Awe-inspiring was the mighty thunder echoing through the mountains, and it was this impression that was to bring about the birth of the first verse.

Pushing on, Hine crossed the mountain frontier into Ro­ma­nia and into Bu­ko­vi­na. Together with some young people, through the woods and forest glades he wandered, and heard the birds sing sweetly in the trees. Thus, the second verse came into being. Verse three was inspired by the conversion of many Car­pa­thi­an mountain-dwellers. The fourth verse did not come about until Hine’s return to Bri­tain.

How Great Thou Art Swed­ish folk melody, adapted by Stu­art K. Hine (🔊 pdf nwc).

Stuart K. Hine (1899–1989)

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!
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 shall fill my heart!
Then *I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, My God, how great thou art!

Author’s original words are works, mighty and shall I bow (Word changes approved for use in North America only.)