Holy sounds are coming down
Rising up from all around
Grabs my heart, I must confess
When I hear these sounds, my soul finds rest
Not by might, and not by sword
I find my strength, In Your presence Lord
Triumphant sounds, from the rocks they spring
With anthems raised, all praises ring
Oh, praises ring
Oh, unto the King
Oh, let everything that has breath come and praise the Lord
My soul cries out, while the angels sing
Shouting praise, to the King of Kings
Holy sounds, and the songs of grace
Countless tongues, and unceasing praise
Oh, praises ring
All unto the King
Oh, let everything that has breath come and praise the Lord
Oh, praises ring
All unto the King
Oh, let everything that has breath come and praise the Lord
When I get there, and I see Your face
And join the hosts in the highest praise
Will I bow down, or will I raise my hands?
As I enter in, to Your promised land
As I enter in, to Your promised land
Oh, praises ring
All unto the King
Oh, let everything that has breath come and praise the Lord
Oh, praises ring
All unto the King
Oh, let everything that has breath come and praise the Lord
Oh, let everything that has breath come and praise the Lord