Praise Ye The Lord!

Let everything that has breath ~ Praise the Lord! In the old wood pew, with the floorboards worn. Praise Him in His sanctuary Praise Him in His power Praise Him for His mighty acts Every morning hour Lift it up, lift it high From the bayou to the sky Let the whole church answer Let the whole room testify Praise ye the Lord Praise ye the Lord Praise Him with your hands Praise ye the Lord Praise God in His glory Praise ye the Lord Let everything that has breath Praise the Lord Praise Him with the trumpet Let it ring like dawn Praise Him with the harp strings When the saints sing on Praise Him with the timbrel Praise Him with the dance Praise Him with the fiddle And that holy shuffle chance Lift it up, lift it high From the bayou to the sky Let the whole church answer Let the whole room testify Praise ye the Lord Praise ye the Lord Praise Him with your hands Praise ye the Lord Praise God in His glory Praise ye the Lord Let everything that has breath Praise the Lord Praise Him in the firmament Praise Him in the flood Praise Him for the mercy Running through our blood Praise Him on the loud cymbals Let the rafters ring Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him Let creation sing Praise ye the Lord Praise ye the Lord Praise Him with your hands Praise ye the Lord Praise God in his glory Praise ye the Lord Let everything that has breath Praise the Lord!