Praise to the Lord

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There will be brothers
Holding hands with angels
There’ll be sisters
Holding hands with the world
There’ll be Heaven on the clouds
And all, all will sing

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Praise, praise, praise to the Lord
Oh, praise, praise, praise to my Lord

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And when I’m sad and I’m lonely
He’ll be there
When I’m down to my bottom
Of despair
When I can’t go on and I got it all wrong Jesus cares

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Praise, praise, praise to the Lord
Oh, praise, praise, praise to my Lord
To my Lord

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I got a mountain to climb
And I got Jesus to hold my hand

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words & music: © Pugsley / Walker 2016