Praise the Lord in His holy place,
Praise the Lord for all of His grace;
Praise Him in His mighty Heaven,
Praise Him for what He has given.
Praise the Lord for all of the facts,
Praise the Lord for His mighty acts;
Praise the Lord for being so great,
Praise the Lord for keeping me straight.
Praise the Lord for the ears of corn,
Praise Him with the sound of the horn;
Praise Him with the harp and lyre,
Praise Him for all you acquire.
Praise Him with tambourines and dance,
Thank Him for giving you a chance,
Thank for vegetables and fruit,
Praise Him with guitars and the flute.
Praise Him with cymbals and the drum.
Praise the Lord without being glum;
Praise the Lord because He is good,
Praise the Lord always as you should.
Praise the Lord for every breath,
Praise the Lord for life after death;
Let all things that breathe praise the Lord,
Show that He is loved and adored.
Praise Him for His mighty power,
Praise Him for every hour;
Praise Him for showing us the way,
Guiding us that we never stray.
Praise Him for all that He has done,
Praise Him for giving us His Son;
To die for us and set us free,
Freeing us from the tyranny.
Praise the Lord to cleanse us within,
So no longer a slave to sin;
Praise the Lord for another chance,
Unto Heaven we can advance.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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