No god no religion no race no culture No nation no state no collective world Praise the self I glorify myself! I satisfy myself! I am not lower than
First verse I woke up one morning with a grateful heart I thank the lord for a brand new start He did not have to let me live to see a new day He's always
Oh Lord, we bless Your name Your name is great And greatly to be praised Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy Lord, we bless Your name Lord, we bless Your
God almighty, we give You praise For we are fearfully and wonderfully made Sons and daughters, we stand unashamed As we lift up Your name, Oh Most High
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[Johansson / Nordlund / Lindstedt] Come along Won't you hear my song? Well, there's a mystic river; many people shiver But I will burn with delight
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah is the highest praise, Hallelujah is the highest praise Hallelujah
Artist: Smokie Norful Title: I Will Bless The Lord Chorus: I will bless the Lord, At all times. And his praises shall, remain in my mouth forever
Lord, I really don't know how to write a song? I'm not always eloquent, sometimes I get it wrong But the thing Your doing in me, I can't describe What
Praise Him Praise Him Voices raisin' Praise Him (C'mon) Praise Him Voices raisin' Praise Him, my friend, 'cause He sits on high He's the Lord God Almighty
Oh give thanks, unto the Lord For He is good (x3) The Lord is good Oh give thanks, unto the Lord For He is Good (x3) The Lord is good For His mercy
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Chorus) Oh give thanks unto the Lord His mercy
The day has passed and darkness comes to settle in, no no Confusion rolls in like a fog and I can't see my way Now doubt believes it can make my faith
When you praise, when you praise There should be a fire in your heart Hands up raised, when you praise Consuming every part because you know The God
Come on, everybody It feels like Sunday morning in here Whenever I think of all that He's done for me How He came from heaven and He gave me the victory
We thank Thee each morning for a new born day Where we may work the fields of new mown hay We thank Thee for the sunshine and the air that we breathe
On Christmas morn' a son was born No one knew he'd be the King of kings A baby child so meek and mild And through the ages, angel voices sing Praise