My heart is stirred by a noble theme
As I recite my verses for the King
My tongue is the pen of a skillful writer
I vow my praise for there is no other
Great and mighty are You oh Lord
Holy and righteous its You I adore
My heart is Yours alone
As I bow before Your throne
Where morning dawns and evening fades
Your Spirit calls forth songs of praise
You make me glad with the joy of Your presence
I lift my voice to the King of all ages
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