Sing to the King Heavenly Father, my soul can’t help knowing You as my maker. Lord Most High, my soul can’t help loving You as my savior. If my tongue were to go silent, my bones would sing out; I cannot help but praise Your name. You say that all creation cries out– How could they not? You, Lord, are all we ever need, And we can’t help but worship You as king.
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