As we enter your gates
In your courts we give thanks
With our voice singing blessings and glory
In our hearts we draw nigh
Lifted hands to the sky
We bow down at your throne and cry worthy
Our God is the Lord
It is you we adore
As we sing let your throne be exalted
Preparing the way
Your descent we await
As you dwell in the midst of our praises
Praise, praise to the Ancient of Days
With our hands lifted up we cry worthy
Praise, praise to the Ancient of Days
With our hands lifted up we cry worthy
We have hallowed this place
And your banner we raise
As we cast down our crowns and cry holy
By your stripes we are healed
And your blood does reveal
The imprints of glory
The Holy of Holies
Praise, praise to the Ancient of Days
With our hands lifted up we cry worthy
Praise, praise to the Ancient of Days
With our hands lifted up we cry worthy
Now the lamb has been slain
In a book He's writing
I will sing a new song thou art worthy
My greatest refrain
When He calls out my name
I'll sing glory and honor
I made it over
Praise, praise to the Ancient of Days
With our hands lifted up we cry worthy
Praise, praise to the Ancient of Days
With our hands lifted up we cry worthy
Praise, praise to the Ancient of Days
With our hands lifted up
With our hands lifted up
With our hands lifted up
With our hands lifted up
Worthy, Worthy
With our hands lifted up
(Repeat)
Holy, Holy
With our hands lifted up
(Repeat)
Awesome, Awesome
With our hands lifted up
(Repeat)
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
With our hands lifted up
(Repeat 4)
With our hands lifted up
We cry worthy

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