Annie Herring I Lift My Song
I will fill the morning with His praise
I'll extol the Ancient One of Days
For He is worthy of all honor
And worthy to obey
He fills each day with living wonder
As the sun unfolds its rays
God of my life, hear me cry to Thee
Let almighty meekness move through me
Let every song I sing be songs that bring
Your presence ever near
Where I can hide my heart when all seems dark
And break the web of fear
As I lift up my hands unto my King
Darkness is torn away losing its sting
I lift my song of praise unto my King
God, the Ancient of Days, to You I sing
Hear the mighty thunder as it rolls
See majestic mountains capped with snow
Proclaiming all of life is sacred
And formed by God's own Hand
Creating nature's song of life
That rests the weary souls of man
As we lift up our hands unto the King
Darkness is torn away losing its sting
We lift our song of praise unto the King
God, the Ancient of Days, to You we sing
