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"Praise God from whom all blessings flow!" "Rejoice in the Lord always!" I sing the words aloud, but no, My heart's not in the praise True praise mounts up on eagle's wing ‑ I only read the words and sing.
I go to church and kneel in prayer Correctly as I should, I seek God in the open air And worship in the wood - No use, whatever place I try My phrases bounce back off the sky.
I bow my head, I lift my hands, I worship like the rest, Obedient to their commands, Trying which way is best. Silent or spoken, sung or said, My words are vain, my worship's dead.
O Lord, I want to praise You, Lord, For sunset, seas and foam, For Jesus, come to show Your love, Who brings us safely home: You are so great, forgiving, kind, Help me to praise with heart and mind!
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him on high through all the days! I'll praise His love where e'er I go And I'll rejoice in Him always. No need to search for worship's art With quiet rejoicing in my heart. |
