Above all the mountains that sit on fruited plains,
Above all the heavens we glorify your name,
We lift you up and freely give you praise,
You fill our cup and lengthen all our days,
Lord we praise you and glorify you.
When we consider the heavens, the work of thine own hands,
We proclaim your greatness, tell it throughout the land,
Tell of your love and how you do judge right,
Your faithfulness lasts morning, noon, and night
You have angels that do nothing but glorify your name,
And now we do the same.
Holy, holy Lord,
Holy Lord you are.
We do praise you Lord,
With our whole heart,
How wondrous are thy ways.
Lord we praise your name because you are who you are,
We lift you up above the heavens high,
Lord we glorify you and we know this by far,
There's no place we can hide from your all-seeing eye,
We cannot compare no one there's no one like you,
No one that we've seen in all our days,
No one can do for us the things that you do,
So we taking this time to give you all the praise.
Your name is holy - not to be taken light,
Mountains tremble at the sight of you,
Your works are perfect, marvelous in our sight,
When we think about all power, we are thinking of you!
