Misc Praise Songs – Canticle Of The Turning (Ukulele)
Key
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Versions
(2)
Guitar
Ukulele
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Speed:
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Chords
INTRO/OUTRO: Dm Dm F G F F Dm
VERSE 1:
Dm F G F Dm G My soul cries out with a joyful shout that the God of my heart is great, Dm F G F F G Dm And my spirit sings of the wondrous things that you bring to the ones who wait. F Dm F Dm G You fixed your sight on the servant's plight, and my weakness you did not spurn, Dm F G Dm F G Dm So from east to west shall my name be blest. Could the world be about to turn?
ANTIPHON:
F Dm F Dm G My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of your justice burn. Dm F G Dm F G Dm Wipe away all the tears, For the dawn draws near, And the world is about to turn.
VERSE 2:
Dm F G F Dm G Though I am small, my God, my all, you work great things in me, Dm F G F F G Dm And your mercy will last from the depths of the past to the end of the age to be. F Dm F Dm G Your very name puts the proud to shame, and to those who would for you yearn, Dm F G Dm F G Dm You will show your might, put the strong to flight, for the world is about to turn.
ANTIPHON:
F Dm F Dm G My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of your justice burn. Dm F G Dm F G Dm Wipe away all the tears, For the dawn draws near, And the world is about to turn.
VERSE 3:
Dm F G F Dm G From the halls of power to the fortress tower, not a stone will be left on stone. Dm F G F F G Dm Let the king beware for your justice tears ev'ry tyrant from his throne. F Dm F Dm G The hungry poor shall weep no more, for the food they can never earn; Dm F G Dm F G Dm These are tables spread, ev'ry mouth be fed, for the world is about to turn.
ANTIPHON:
F Dm F Dm G My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of your justice burn. Dm F G Dm F G Dm Wipe away all the tears, For the dawn draws near, And the world is about to turn.
VERSE 4:
Dm F G F Dm G Though the nations rage from age to age, we remember who holds us fast: Dm F G F F G Dm God's mercy must deliver us from the conqueror's crushing grasp. F Dm F Dm G This saving word that our forebears heard is the promise which holds us bound, Dm F G Dm F G Dm 'Til the spear and rod can be crushed by God, who is turning the world around.
ANTIPHON X2
F Dm F Dm G My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of your justice burn. Dm F G Dm F G Dm Wipe away all the tears, For the dawn draws near, And the world is about to turn. F Dm F Dm G My heart shall sing of the day you bring. Let the fires of your justice burn. Dm F G Dm F G Dm Wipe away all the tears, For the dawn draws near, And the world is about to turn.