Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: Yea upon the harp will I praise Thee, O God my God.

I will look up to the sky;
I will raise my voice on high.
I will sing His praise all day;
And His hands upon me lay.

I will thank Him for His love;
For His blessings from above.
I will shout aloud His name;
His glory, always the same.

Tho my body's weak and frail;
His love shall never fail.
I will tell this world below;
Of His glory this I know.

I will sing and shout His praise;
Through the neverending days.
Like the moon high up above;
I will shine with His love.

I will look up to the sky;
I will raise my voice on high.
I will sing His praise all day;
And His hands upon me lay.

Joe Myers - February, 2001