Let everything that has breath praise the LORD (x4) Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet. Praise Him with the flute and the strings. Praise Him for His surpassing greatness; That is why we shout and sing! Let everything that has breath praise the LORD (x4) Praise Him with the clash of the cymbals. Praise Him with the harp and guitar. Praise Him dancing and timbrels. Praise Him with the loud and resounding cymbals! Let everything that has breath hallelu-Jah (x4) Hallelu-Jah (x8) Let everything that has breath praise the LORD/hallelu-Jah (x4) Hallelu-Jah (x8)

You reign over all; it all belongs to you. Every thing in heaven and on earth is yours; This is your kingdom. We thank you O God and praise your glorious name. Forever and forever we adore you Lord; You are exalted. And so we offer up our lives to you, Freely and wholeheartedly, Willingly and joyously we give. For yours is the greatness, the power, the glory, The vic'try, the splendor, the majesty! But who am I LORD, and who are my people That we could give you anything that you did not give to us first. Our days upon earth are like a passing shadow. We're here for just a moment then it's time to meet You face to face. And so we offer up our lives to you, Freely and wholeheartedly, Willingly and joyously we give. For yours is the greatness, the power, the glory, The vic'try, the splendor, the majesty! For thine is the kingdom, and thine is the power, For thine is the glory, forever and ever. For thine is the kingdom, and thine is the power, For thine is the glory, forever and ever, amen! And so we offer up our lives to you, Freely and wholeheartedly, Willingly and joyously we give. For yours is the greatness, the power, the glory, The vic'try, the splendor, the majesty! For yours is the greatness, the power, the glory, The vic'try, the splendor, the majesty, the majesty, the majesty!

God has ascended with a mighty shout. The LORD has ascended with trumpets blaring. Sing praises to our God, sing praises. Sing praises to our God, sing praises. Sing praises to our King, sing praises. Sing praises to our King, sing pra-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aise! God has ascended with a mighty shout. The LORD has ascended with trumpets blaring. Sing praises to our God, sing praises. Sing praises to our God, sing praises. Sing praises to our King, sing praises. Sing praises to our King, sing pra-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aise, Sing pra-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aise, Sing pra-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aise, Sing praise!

Well my back is aching and my brain is racing; I could very well lose my mind. I am agitated and flusterated. I keep coming back time after time. I've been praying for divine intervention, to see Your power revealed in an instant. But as I wait impatiently, I find that's not the way You work for me. For day by day, the story is told, And moment by moment Your glory unfolds. By faith I know Your hand's at work in ways invisible. When I look back, I can see the slow miracle. It's been a long hard slog through a thick, deep fog, And I can't see the path ahead. So each step I take, it has to be by faith. Sometimes I wish I could see clearly instead. But more and more as I grow older, I feel the weight of Your arm on my shoulder. So while I still am pleading, I feel at peace that You've been leading. For day by day, the story is told, And moment by moment Your glory unfolds. By faith I know Your hand's at work in ways invisible. When I look back, I can see the slow miracle. I've been praying for divine intervention, to see Your power revealed in an instant. But over and over I see that's not the way You deal with me. I keep coming back time after time, But Father have Your will, not mine. By faith I know Your hand's at work in ways invisible. When I look back, I can see the slow miracle. When I look back, I can see When I look back, I can see When I look back, I can see the slow miracle.

Bart, he was a blind man. He begged out on the street. When Christ came to town one day, He thought, "There's a man I'd like to meet. My eyes don't work to pick the Son of God Out of the crowd. But I can use my voice to shout; I'm gonna cry to Him out loud!" You gotta use what ya got, Be it a little or a lot. Refreshing cool or blazing hot You've gotta give it your best shot. You gotta use what ya got, Be it a little or a lot. Keep going no matter what. You gotta use what ya got. Zach, he was a short man. He couldn't look above the heads. He pushed and shoved to no avail, So tried something else instead. He thought, "I don't have a ladder here To step up on and see. But I've got arms and legs that work, And I can climb up in this tree!" You gotta use what ya got, Be it a little or a lot. Refreshing cool or blazing hot You've gotta give it your best shot. You gotta use what ya got, Be it a little or a lot. Keep going no matter what. You gotta use what ya got. A little boy sat listening to Jesus on a hill. Some bread and fish were all he had, Just enough to make his meal. He gave his lunch and watched in awe As it was multiplied, til thousands ate And all were satisfied. Joe, he was a rich man. He paid for his own tomb. When the Council cast their fateful vote, he was absent from the room. He thought, "I could not stop the death of Him who rules all time and space, But Jesus died for me, and now He'll be Buried in my place!" You gotta use what ya got, Be it a little or a lot. Refreshing cool or blazing hot You've gotta give it your best shot. You gotta use what ya got, Be it a little or a lot. Keep going no matter what. You gotta use what ya got. Keep keepin on no matter what. You gotta use what ya got.

Climbing up on Calvary hill, I can feel my thorn-ed brow. I'm too weak to bear the cross, so Simon walks behind me now. All my friends have gone away; one of them he did betray, Placed me in to sinful hands, and put me on this path of pain. I can feel each stripe where the whip hit. I stumble and fall to the pavement. My heart is crying, "Father God! Are you sure? Are you sure there is no other way?" Hanging now upon the tree, I think back to days gone by. Walking on the Galilee; Peter says, "Can I please try." I say, "Sure, come walk the waves." Peter steps out of the boat. He starts well but begins to sink, slippin' down into the drink. I reach out and pull him to safety. The wind and the waters, they obey me. My heart is crying, "Why'd you doubt? Don't you know all power in heaven and earth is mine to give." And again a happier scene; thousands sit upon a hill. Hungry souls they look to me, and their spirits I do fill. I feed with wisdom from above and also with fish and bread. I pray it was not just a meal, and they remember what I said. I said to show love to your brother, to love Jehovah God and no other. My heart is crying, "Follow me! I'm the Life, the Truth, and no, there is no other Way." Now I'm back on Calvary hill. Time has come to breath my last. Time to give my life for you. The power of sin and death is past. Three days later I return so you'll see my words were true. Resurection power displayed; at Penecost, the Spirit too. You will be my witness to the nations To spread the Word to each generation. May heart is crying, "Yes! Yes! Yes! This is why I came to Earth and died and rose again. But there's one more scene to share. One day I will come again. From the clouds I'll shout with joy, the beginning of the end. Final judgement then will come. I'll separate the goats and sheep. Will you earn the wage of sin, or the gift of grace receive? The choice is still up to you to make friend; Unending love and joy or torment. My heart is reaching out right now, "Trust in Me. Take my hand and I will lead you home."

It's a celebration! It's time to celebrate the resurrected Lord. It's time to celebrate the risen, living Word. It's time to celebrate eternal life in Him. It's time to celebrate for Jesus is our King. It's a celebration for every woman, every girl. It's a celebration! We're gonna shout it to the world. It's a celebration for every man and boy. It's a celebration! We're gonna show the world our joy! We are to celebrate in trials and in pain. We are to celebrate in sunshine and in rain. It's hard to celebrate when life is crashing down. But still we celebrate for we wear the victor's crown. It's a celebration for every woman, every girl. It's a celebration! We're gonna shout it to the world. It's a celebration for every man and boy. It's a celebration! We're gonna show the world our joy! We celebrate for He has said to rejoice. We lift up our hands and we lift up our voice. For nothing can separate, separate us from Him. Not tribulation or persecution, things present or things to come. Not trouble or hardship or angels or demons or power in all of creation. Not life, not death, not heights, not depths, Not famine or peril or sword. It's a celebration for every woman, every girl. It's a celebration! We're gonna shout it to the world. It's a celebration for every man and boy. It's a celebration! We're gonna show the world our joy! It's a celebration! It's a celebration! It's a celebration!

Wonderful grace of Jesus, Greater than all my sin; How shall my tongue describe it, Where shall its praise begin? Taking away my burden, Setting my spirit free; For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me. Wonderful grace of Jesus, Reaching to all the lost, By it I have been pardoned, Saved to the uttermost, Chains have been torn asunder, Giving me liberty; For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me. Oh wonderful the matchless grace of Jesus, It's deeper than the mighty rolling sea; Higher than the mountain, sparkling like a fountain, All sufficient grace for even me, Broader than the scope of my transgressions, Greater far than all my sin and shame, O magnify the precious name of Jesus, Praise his name! Wonderful grace of Jesus, Reaching the most defiled, By its transforming power, Making him God’s dear child, Purchasing peace and heaven, For all eternity; And the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me. Oh wonderful the matchless grace of Jesus, It's deeper than the mighty rolling sea; Higher than the mountain, sparkling like a fountain, All sufficient grace for even me, Broader than the scope of my transgressions, Greater far than all my sin and shame, O magnify the precious name of Jesus, Praise his name!

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside the still waters; He restores my soul. He leads me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. You prepare a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, And I shall dwell in the house of the LORD for ever. And I shall dwell in the house of the LORD. Yea, though I walk... (x4) And I shall dwell in the house of the LORD for ever. And I shall dwell in the house of the LORD.

Blessing and honor, glory and power Blessing and honor, glory and power... To the One, who sits on the throne And to the Lamb forever and ever To the One, who sits on the throne And to the Lamb forever and ever Worthy is the Lamb who was slain Worthy is the Lamb who was slain Worthy is the Lamb who was slain Worthy is the Lamb who was slain

Woe to the earth. Woe to the sea. You've never seen the likes of me. My time is short; the end's in sight. I've lost the war, but still I fight, I seek to lead the world astray. It stands accused both night and day. I'm filled with fury! You still don't get it, do you devil? You were created to worship me. I made you as a powerful angel, But in your pride and lust you will not see That I am in control of the story, And I have been from the very start. It doesn't matter how you rant and rave. It doesn't matter how you scream and shout. For the time has come to show my true colors, And the time has come to take you out! I will be revealed! You will see me as "I AM." I will be revealed! Both the Lion and the Lamb. More than a babe in a manger or a carpenter's son, More than a dying man on a tree. More than a miracle worker or a fisher of men. No, you've never seen the real me. I will be revealed! You should have kept me in prison locked; A thousand years, revenge to plot. Now I am loosed to havoc wreak. Your death and throne is what I seek. My army marches across the land, Surrounds your people; Their final stand my final fury! I now appear with eyes ablaze like fire. I now appear with hair as white as snow. In my hand I hold an iron scepter. Out of my mouth comes a two edged sword. Into the lake of fire you're cast with but one word. You join your beast and false prophet there. You'll have no kingdom and you'll have no throne. For your torment it has now begun. Along with all whose names are not in the book of life; Final vic'try of the righteous has come! I will be revealed! You will see me as "I AM." I will be revealed! Both the Lion and the Lamb. More than a babe in a manger or a carpenter's son, More than a dying man on a tree. More than a miracle worker or a fisher of men. No, you've never seen the real me. I will be revealed! I will be revealed! I will be revealed!