One, two, three, four
Who makes the sun rise up at dawn
And run through the afternoon?
and who keeps the light of a distant star
Reflecting off the moon?
Who waters Earth with summer rain
And brings the winter wind?
Who makes the flowers fall away
And spring to life again?
It's the Lord our God Almighty
And it's all at His command
He's got the whole world in His hands
Who hears our cries of hunger
And gives us daily bread?
and who looks inside our longing hearts
And fills the emptiness?
Who's a comfort to the broken
And who makes them whole again?
Who has the power to reconcile
The soul of every man?
It's the Lord our God Almighty
And it's all at His command
He's got the whole world in His hands
He's got the whole world in His hands
The whole world in His hands
He's got the whole world in His hands
When it seems that sun is setting on
All the dreams you had
And the prayers that you offer up
They get no answer back
When the weight of this whole broken world's
Too much for you to stand
And you're dying for the kind of peace
That you can't comprehend
You sang it as a little child and you still can
He's got the whole world in His hands
He's got the whole world in His hands
He's got the whole world in His hands
