Let the praises of God,
fill my mouth.
May I roar like a lion,
not squeak like mouse.
Through the words of praise,
mountains will fall.
As we lift up His name,
and answer His call.
To praise our God,
destroys the yoke.
When times are tight,
and we're feeling the choke.
The habitation of God,
comes down to our praise.
As we lift up His name,
and delight in His ways.
Let the praise of God's people,
be a worshipful thing.
For through their praise,
His presence it brings.
