My Soul Cries Out with a Joyful Shout
1990 — Rory Cooney, Irish Melody
Key: Em (D-D-DUD-)
Version 0 (2018-12-14)
 
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Chords
EmCDG
 
 
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.