| F#m |
| Oh when He rolls up his sleeves he ain't just puttin' on the ritz, |
| Bm7 | C#m7 | F#m | |
| Our | God is an | awesome | God. |
| Bm7 | C#m7 | F#m | |
| Our | God is an | awesome | God. |
| Bm7 | |
| And the | Lord wasn't joking when He kicked 'em out of Eden. |
| C#m7 | |
| It | wasn't for no reason that He shed his blood. |
| D | D/B | D/F# | |
| His ret | urn is very soon and so you'd | better be be | lievin' that |
| Bm7 | C#m7 | F#m | |
| Our | God is an | awesome | God. |
| D | A | |
| Our | God is an | awesome God. |
| E | F#m | |
| He r | eigns from | heaven above |
| D | A | |
| with | wisdom, p | ow'r and love |
| Bm7 | C#m7 | F#m | |
| Our | God is an | awesome | God |