Praise the Lord

Sing out you or glory Singing greatest praises Coming from the heavens you are holy You are the God almighty Singing of or beautiful grace Coming from within this beaten soul I anitcipate the moment we see face to face So I can be in your loving arms In such haste to you in the dark Seasoned by light of your salt On the hill sings the lark Singing of your beauty Oh oh oh lord I am yours Use me to light path in the night To succeed others chores I love lord my precious lord