All my words fall short
I got nothing new
How could I express
All my gratitude?
I could sing this hum
As I often do
But every song must and
And You never do
So I'll throw up my hand
And praise You again and again
'Cause all that I have is a
Hallelujah, hallelujah
And I know it's not much
But I've nothing else fit for a King
Except for a heart singing
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I've got one response
I've got just one move
With my arm stretched wide
I will worship You
So I'll throw up my hand
And praise You again and again
'Cause all that I have is a
Hallelujah, hallelujah
And I know it's not much
But I've nothing else fit for a King
Except for a heart singing
Hallelujah, hallelujah
So come on my soul, oh, don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song, 'cause you've got a lining inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord
Oh, come on my soul, oh, don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song, 'cause you've got a lining inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord
Come on my soul, oh, don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song, 'cause you've got a lining inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord, hey
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
So I'll throw up my hand
And praise You again and again
'Cause all that I have is a
Hallelujah, hallelujah
And I know it's not much
But I've nothing else fit for a King
Except for a heart singing
Hallelujah, hallelujah