when you lift your hands up high

When you lift your hands up high

And you sing a song of praise to Me

It brings me great delight

Such a lovely sight

And yes it is true

Praise looks good on you




Morning night and noon

Your praise ascends to Heaven

Like the smell of sweet perfume

Filling every room

And yes it is true

Praise looks good on you




You bring your sacrifices

And you offer up your praise

You lift your voice with singing

But your heart seems far away

More than a sacrifice

I am looking for your life

Holy and acceptable

And pleasing in My sight




So offer up your lives

Holy and acceptable

A willing sacrifice

Precious in My sight

But in all that you do

Remember all I want is you




So lift your hands up high

And worship Him before the altar

Consecrate your life

A willing sacrifice

But in all that you do

Remember all he wants is you

And yes it is true

Praise looks good on you