Canticle of the Turning Chords by Liam Lawton, Theresa Donohoo

[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [Em] _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ My soul cries out with [C] a joyful [D] [G] shout, for the God of my heart [D] is great.
[Bm] And [Em] my spirit [G] sings of the wondrous [D] [Em] things that you [C] bring to the ones [Em] who wait.
[G] He fixed your signs and [D] your servants' _ [Em] _
politeness [C] you did [D] not spurn.
[Em] So from east to [G] west shall my name [D] be [Em] blessed, for the [C] world be about [Em] to turn.
[G] My heart shall sing of [D] the day you bring, that [C] the fires of your [D] justice _ burn.
[Em] Wipe away all [C] tears, for the dawn [D] draws [Em] near, and the [C] world is about [Em] to _ turn. _
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_ _ Though I am small, my God, [D] my all, [Em] you have worked great things [D] in me.
And [Em] your mercy will last from the [D] depths of the past to [Em] the end [D] of the age [Em] to be.
You [G] are bound _ _ [D] _
to shame, and [Em] for those who are for [Bm] you yearn.
You [Em] will show your might, put the strong [D] to flight, for [Em] the world is about to turn.
_ [G] My heart shall sing [D] of the day you bring, [Em] that the fires of [D] your justice _ burn.
[Em] Wipe away all tears, for the [D] dawn draws near, [C] and the world is about to turn.
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_ _ From the halls of power through the [D] fortress tower, [Em] not a stone will be left [D] _
unsold.
[Em] Let the king beware, for your justice [B] tears [Em] every [C] tyrant from [Em] his throne.
_ The [G] hungry poor [D] shall weep no more, [C] for the food they can [D] never earn.
[Em] If our tables [G] spread, every mouth [D] be fed, [Em] for the world [C] is about [Em] to turn.
[G] My heart shall sing [D] of the day you bring, [C] that the fires of your [D] justice burn.
[Em] Wipe away all tears, for the dawn [D] draws near, [Em] and the world [C] is about [E] to turn.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Though the nations rage from age to [B] age, we remember who holds us fast.
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God's mercy [E] must deliver us from the conqueror's rushing [C] grasp.
This [G] saving word [D] that our forebears heard [Em] is the promise which holds [D] us bound.
[Em] If the spear and rod can be crushed [D] by God, [Em] who is turning the world _ around?
[G] My heart shall sing [D] of the day you bring, [Em] that the fires of your justice [D] _ burn.
[Em] Wipe away all tears, [C] for the dawn [D] draws near, [Em] and the [C] world is about [Em] to turn.
[G] My heart shall sing [D] of the day you bring, [C] that the fires of your [D] justice burn.
[Em] Wipe away all tears, [C] for the dawn [D] draws _ _ _ _ near, [Em] and the [C] world is about to [Em] turn. _ _ _ _
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