
We Praise The Lord (Mack Brock)
Every blessing from above Returning to His name Every creature, tribe and tongue

Every blessing from above Returning to His name Every creature, tribe and tongue

There’s nobody else who is able To heal the lame and blind Oh who is like

It is finished it is done It was settled at the cross You are who you

O Father not my will but Yours be done This is my fresh surrender Whether in

Every eye, open wide in the light of His glory Not a tongue nor a tribe

Spirit of the living God Come breath new life in me Spirit of the living

God You are my only I feel Your presence here all over me

I was tossed in the water But I never went under You were always on time

Overflow in this place Fill our hearts with your love Your love surrounds us A miracle

From a garden meant for friendship Through a flood that made things new again

No one’s ever loved me like Jesus oh what a friend that I found in Him

Beautiful Savior Fullness of heave Though we have nothing Here we receive

My hope will always stand For You hold me in Your hand Lord, I’m amazed by

You don’t leave You stand Your ground
When everything is lost

Oh and if the Lord’s been good to you Lift up your song And if He

No one could save, There’s no other name but Jesus, Jesus