Canticle Of The Turning chords

INTRO/OUTRO: [Em] xxxx [Em] xxxx [G] xxx [D] xxx [G] xxx [C] xxx [Em] xxxx

[VERSE 1]
My s[Em]oulx cries out with a j[G]oyfulx s[D]houtx that the G[G]odx of my h[Em]eartx is gr[D]eat,x
And my s[Em]piritx sings of the w[G]ondrousx th[D]ingsx that you b[G]ringx to the o[C]nesx w[D]hox [Em] wait.x
You [G] fixedx your sight on the [Am] servant'sx plight, and my w[G]eaknessx you d[Em]idxx not s[D]purn,x
So from e[Em]astx to west shall my [G] namex be b[D]lest.x Could the w[Em]orldx be ab[C]outx [D] tox t[Em]urn?x

ANTIPHON:
My he[G]artx shall sing of the [Am] dayx you bring. Let the f[G]iresx of your j[Em]usticex [D] burn.x
Wipe [Em] awayx all the tears, For the d[G]awnx draws n[D]ear,x And the [Em] worldx is a[C]boutx [D] tox [Em] turn.x

[VERSE 2]
Though [Em] xxxx I am small, my G[G]od,x my a[D]ll,x you w[G]orkx great t[Em]hingsx in [D] me,x
And your m[Em]ercyx will last from the d[G]epthsx of the p[D]astx to the e[G]ndx of the a[C]gex [D] tox [Em] be.x
Your [G] veryx name puts the p[Am]roudx to shame, and to th[G]osex who would [Em] forx you y[D]earn,x
You will s[Em]howx your might, put the s[G]trongx to [D] flight,x for the w[Em]orldx is ab[C]outx [D] tox t[Em]urn.x

ANTIPHON:
My he[G]artx shall sing of the [Am] dayx you bring. Let the f[G]iresx of your j[Em]usticex [D] burn.x
Wipe [Em] awayx all the tears, For the d[G]awnx draws n[D]ear,x And the [Em] worldx is a[C]boutx [D] tox [Em] turn.x

[VERSE 3]
From the [Em] hallsx of power to the fo[G]rtressx to[D]wer,x not a st[G]onex will be l[Em]eftx on s[D]tone.x
Let the k[Em]ingx beware for your j[G]usticex te[D]arsx ev'ry t[G]yrantx f[C]romx h[D]isx t[Em]hrone.x
The h[G]ungryx poor shall w[Am]eepx no more, for the f[G]oodx they can n[Em]everx e[D]arn;x
These are t[Em]ablesx spread, ev'ry m[G]outhx be f[D]ed,x for the w[Em]orldx is ab[C]outx [D] tox t[Em]urn.x

ANTIPHON:
My he[G]artx shall sing of the [Am] dayx you bring. Let the f[G]iresx of your j[Em]usticex [D] burn.x
Wipe [Em] awayx all the tears, For the d[G]awnx draws n[D]ear,x And the [Em] worldx is a[C]boutx [D] tox [Em] turn.x

[VERSE 4]
Though the n[Em]ationsx rage from [G] agex to [D] age,x we rem[G]emberx who [Em] holdsx us f[D]ast:x
God's m[Em]ercyx must del[G]iverx [D] usx from the c[G]onqueror'sx c[C]rush   x [D]ingx [Em] grasp.x
This s[G]avingx word that our f[Am]orebearsx heard is the p[G]romisex which h[Em]oldsx us [D] bound,x
'Til the s[Em]pearx and rod can be c[G]rushedx by G[D]od,x who is t[Em]urningx the wo[C]rldx a[D]ro   x [Em]und.x

ANTIPHON X2
My he[G]artx shall sing of the [Am] dayx you bring. Let the f[G]iresx of your j[Em]usticex [D] burn.x
Wipe [Em] awayx all the tears, For the d[G]awnx draws n[D]ear,x And the [Em] worldx is a[C]boutx [D] tox [Em] turn.x
My he[G]artx shall sing of the [Am] dayx you bring. Let the f[G]iresx of your j[Em]usticex [D] burn.x
Wipe [Em] awayx all the tears, For the d[G]awnx draws n[D]ear,x And the [Em] worldx is a[C]boutx [D] tox [Em] turn.x