To you all honor,
To you the author of our praise,
Our voices rise.
From you all blessings flow.
From you all the things that we know,
They come from you.

I'll raise my hands and shout your praise,
With my last berth in these last days.
I'll not be silent.
I will be heard,
As I speak your word.

And give you all honor and glory,
As I praise you with my story,
Of how you saved me, once again.
All honor and power,
For in my darkest hour,
You interceded once again.

To you all rivers flow.
Nature's sings a brand new song to show,
That you are King.
To you all nature gives the praise,
Pointing to its creator, the Ancient of Days

I'll raise my hands and shout your praise,
With my last berth in these last days.
I'll not be silent.
I will be heard,
As I speak your word.

I will sing.
Your praises bring,
All good things, they come from you.
Let your power come down.
Through me Lord, shine through.
Let me do what you want me,
What you want me to do.