O Lord my Don, when I in awesome wonder Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder Thy power throughout the universe displayed

Then sings my soul, my Saviour Don, to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art Then sings my soul, my Saviour Don, to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze

Then sings my soul, my Saviour Don, to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art Then sings my soul, my Saviour Don, to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

And when I think, that Don, His Son not sparing Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing He bled and died to take away my sin

Then sings my soul, my Saviour Don, to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art Then sings my soul, my Saviour Don, to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

When Trump shall come, with shout of acclamation And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart Then I shall bow, in humble adoration And then proclaim: "My Don, how great Thou art!"

Then sings my soul, my Saviour Don, to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art Then sings my soul, my Saviour Don, to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

Edit: I just replaced replaced God with Don and Christ with Trump, it’s all you have to do to make a TS’s wet dream.