Oh,
glory
to
the
Highest
It’
s
a
brand
new
day
of
grace
I
see
the
people
gathering
as
the
sun
begins
to
rise
With
a
holy
expectation
shining
right
within
their
eyes
They
come
from
every
corner
just
to
bow
before
the
throne
To
let
the
world
know
clearly
that
they’
re
never
on
their
own
They
lay
down
every
burden
that
they
carried
through
the
week
Finding
strength
in
silence
while
the
spirit
starts
to
speak
Yes
Lord,
we
are
ready
now
Oh,
Sunday
morning
praise
is
lifting
up
our
souls
We’
re
walking
in
the
light
and
we
are
finally
made
whole
From
the
pews
to
the
altar
we
are
shouting
out
Your
name
It’
s
a
Sunday
morning
fire
and
it’
s
burning
in
the
flame
Praise
Him,
praise
Him,
let
the
heavens
hear
the
sound
There
is
healing
in
the
music
when
the
worship
is
around
Some
are
sitting
in
the
silence
just
thinking
on
His
grace
While
others
lift
their
hands
up
in
this
holy,
sacred
place
It
isn’
t
just
a
ritual,
it’
s
a
heart
that’
s
open
wide
With
the
King
of
all
the
ages
keeping
nothing
else
inside
We
don’
t
just
come
on
Sundays
for
a
show
or
for
a
song
We
come
to
find
the
rhythm
where
our
spirits
all
belong
Thank
You
Jesus,
for
the
light
Oh,
Sunday
morning
praise
is
lifting
up
our
souls
We’
re
walking
in
the
light
and
we
are
finally
made
whole
From
the
pews
to
the
altar
we
are
shouting
out
Your
name
It’
s
a
Sunday
morning
fire
and
it’
s
burning
in
the
flame
Praise
Him,
praise
Him,
let
the
heavens
hear
the
sound
There
is
healing
in
the
music
when
the
worship
is
around
It’
s
deeper
than
a
moment,
it’
s
a
lifetime
of
the
truth
He’
s
been
our
mighty
fortress
since
the
days
of
early
youth
We
seek
Him
in
the
morning,
we
seek
Him
in
the
night
He
turns
the
darkest
shadows
into
everlasting
light
Hallelujah,
hallelujah
So
let
the
choir
swell
and
let
the
organ
start
to
play
We’
re
standing
in
the
beauty
of
a
resurrection
day
No
matter
what
the
trial
or
the
struggle
we
have
known
We’
re
standing
on
the
promises
that
He
has
surely
shown
Amen,
let
the
people
say
amen
Oh,
Sunday
morning
praise
is
lifting
up
our
souls
We’
re
walking
in
the
light
and
we
are
finally
made
whole
From
the
pews
to
the
altar
we
are
shouting
out
Your
name
It’
s
a
Sunday
morning
fire
and
it’
s
burning
in
the
flame
Praise
Him,
praise
Him,
let
the
heavens
hear
the
sound
There
is
healing
in
the
music
when
the
worship
is
around
It’
s
Sunday
morning,
glory
We’
re
lifting
up
His
name
Yes
Lord,
the
fire’
s
burning
Forever
and
ever,
amen.