My Soul Cries Out with a Joyful Shout
1990 — Rory Cooney, Irish Melody
Key: Em (D-D-DUD-)
Version 0 (2018-12-14)
G . D . Em C D . Em . C D Em C Em .
My
Em
soul cries out with a
C
joyful
D
shout that the
Em
God of my
C
heart is
D
great,
And my
Em
spirit sings of the
G
wondrous
D
things
that you
Em
bring to the
C
ones who
Em
wait.
You
G
fixed your sight on the
D
servant's plight,
and my
Em
weakness you
C
did not
D
spurn,
So from
Em
east to west shall my
G
name be
D
blest.
Could the
Em
world be a-
C
bout to
Em
turn?
My
G
heart shall sing of the
D
day you bring.
Let the
Em
fires of your
C
justice
D
burn.
Wipe a-
Em
way all the tears, For the
C
dawn draws
D
near,
And the
Em
world is a-
C
bout to
Em
turn.
Though
Em
I am small, my
C
God, my
D
all,
you
Em
work great
C
things in
D
me,
And your
Em
mercy will last from the
G
depths of the
D
past
to the
Em
end of the
C
age to
Em
be.
Your
G
very name puts the
D
proud to shame,
and to
Em
those who would
C
for you
D
yearn,
You will
Em
show your might, put the
G
strong to
D
flight,
for the
Em
world is a-
C
bout to
Em
turn.
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My
G
heart shall sing of the
D
day you bring.
Let the
Em
fires of your
C
justice
D
burn.
Wipe a-
Em
way all the tears, For the
C
dawn draws
D
near,
And the
Em
world is a-
C
bout to
Em
turn.
From the
Em
halls of power to the
C
fortress
D
tower,
not a
Em
stone will be
C
left on
D
stone.
Let the
Em
king beware for your
G
justice
D
tears
ev'ry
Em
tyrant from
C
his
Em
throne.
The
G
hungry poor shall
D
weep no more,
for the
Em
food they can
C
never
D
earn.
There are
Em
tables spread, ev'ry
G
mouth be
D
fed,
for the
Em
world is a-
C
bout to
Em
turn.
My
G
heart shall sing of the
D
day you bring.
Let the
Em
fires of your
C
justice
D
burn.
Wipe a-
Em
way all the tears, For the
C
dawn draws
D
near,
And the
Em
world is a-
C
bout to
Em
turn.
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Though the
Em
nations rage from
C
age to
D
age,
we re-
Em
member who
C
holds us
D
fast
God's
Em
mercy must de-
G
liver
D
us
from the
Em
conqueror's
C
crush-ing
Em
grasp.
This
G
saving word that our
D
forebears heard
is the
Em
promise which
C
holds us
D
bound,
'Til the
Em
spear and rod can be
G
crushed by
D
God,
who is
Em
turning the
C
world a-
Em
round.
My
G
heart shall sing of the
D
day you bring.
Let the
Em
fires of your
C
justice
D
burn.
Wipe a-
Em
way all the tears, For the
C
dawn draws
D
near,
And the
Em
world is a-
C
bout to
Em
turn.