There’s a sound in the heavens

That echoes through the ages

Led by the angels, a song of endless praise

To the King who is worthy

Of honor and glory

So I fall down in worship and bless His name

All I can say is holy, holy

All I can say is holy, holy

All I can say is holy, holy

All I can say is holy, holy

His voice is like thunder

And gentle as a whisper

His eyes are like fire, yet loving and kind

So I’m found here in wonder

And I can’t help but worship

Now his glory alone is my only desire

High and lifted up

Glorious glorious

He is worthy of all the praise

All the praise

All the praise

All the praise

High and lifted up

Glorious glorious

He is worthy of all the praise