Chords for Canticle of the Turning by Rory Cooney (lyrics in description)

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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ My soul cries out [C] with a [D] joyful shout, [Em] that the God [C] of my heart [D] is great,
[Em] And my spirit sings [G] of the [D] wondrous things [Em] that you bring [C] to the ones [Em] who wait.
_ [G] You fixed your sight [D] on your servant's plight, [Em] and my [C] weakness you did [D] not spur,
_ [Em] So from east to west shall [G] my name be [Em] blest, that the world be [C] about [Em] to turn.
[G] My heart shall sing of [D] the day you [Em] bring, that the fires of your [D] justice burn,
[Em] Wipe away all tears, [C] for the dawn [D] draws [Em] near, and the [C] world is about [Em] to _ turn. _
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_ _ Though I am small, [C] my God, [D] my hope, [Em] you work [C] great [D] things in me,
[Em] And your mercy will last [G] from the depths [D] of the past [Em] to the [C] end of the [Em] age to be.
_ [G] Your very name [D] puts the proud to shame, [Em] and to [C] those who would pour [D] you yearn.
[Em] You will show your might [G] with the strong [D] to the plight, [Em] for the world [C] is about [Em] to turn.
_ [G] My heart shall [D] sing of the day you bring, [Em] that the fires [C] of your [D] justice burn,
[Em] Wipe away all tears, [C] for the dawn [D] draws near, [Em] and the world [C] is about [Em] to _ turn.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ From the halls of power [C] to the fortress [D] tower, [Em] not a stone [C] will be left [D] _ unstolen.
[Em] Let the king beware, [G] for your [D] justice tears [Em] every [C] tyrant from [Em] his throne.
_ [G] The hungry poor [D] shall weep no more, [Em] for the food [C] they can [D] never earn.
[Em] There are tables spread, [G] every mouth [D] be fed, [Em] for the world [C] is about [Em] to turn.
[G] My heart shall [D] sing of the day you bring, [Em] that the [C] fires of your [D] justice burn,
[Em] Wipe away all tears, [C] for the dawn [D] draws near, [Em] and the world [C] is about [Em] to _ turn. _
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_ _ Though the nations rage [C] from age [D] to age, [Em] we remember [C] who holds [D] us fast.
[Em] God's mercy must [G]
deliver [D] us [Em] from the [C] conqueror's [Em] crushing grasp.
_ [G] The saving word [D] that our forebears heard [Em] is the [C] promise which holds [D] us bound,
[Em] Till the spear and rod [G] can be crushed [D] by God [Em] who is [C] turning the world [Em]
around.
_ [G] My heart shall sing [D] of the day you bring, [Em] that the fires [C] of your [D] justice burn,
[Em] Wipe away all tears, for [C] the dawn [D] draws near, and [Em] the world is [C] about to turn.
_ [G] My heart shall sing of [D] the day you bring, that [Em] the fires of [C] your justice [D] burn,
_ Wipe [Em] away all tears, for [C] the dawn draws [Em] near, and the world is about to [Em] turn.
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