Job 26: 7-14

Intro : C with alternating bass country style

 Verse 1

  C                                                      G/B

I thought I felt His power in the trembling of the earth,

  Am                                             Em

I thought I heard His might in the crashing of the surf,

  F                                                  C             G/B     Am

I thought He was amazing when I pondered His horizon;

 F                                                G

Splitting light from dark, raging sea from brooding skies, and

  C                                                          G/B

I thought the power of God was clearly witnessed in His breath

                     Am                                    Em

Which could clear a cloudy sky or resurrect a man from death.

       F                                                 C               G/B     Am

But I’ve just come to realise that my small and narrow mind

            F                     G                    C

Can’t comprehend a power, of that kind!

Chorus:-

      G         Am       G          Am

O Ho… O Ho… O Ho… O Ho…

F                                                 C              G/B      Am

I’ve just come to realise that my small and narrow mind

          F                      G                   C

Can’t comprehend a power of that kind!

Verse 2

        C                                        G/B

The thunder of His power is beyond the decibels,

          Am                                            Em

Is beyond the Richter scale, and can breach the gates of Hell.

        F                                       C   G/B      Am

The thunder of His power can only be conceived

     F                                                   G

In contrast to the whispers we have previously perceived

             C                                                       G/B

As the greatness of our God who hangs the earth in time and space

                   Am                                                     Em

and whose grace our souls receive, with whose breath the clouds are chased

F                                                            C             G/B      Am     

They were just faint whispers of God’s might we preconceived

                F                    G                  C

Can you gasp such a concept and believe?