Praise, praise, praise
That's what Jesus wants from me,
To come into His presence,
This is the way, you see.
I think of all the wonder
in the way that He has made,
All our sins and debts forgiven
by the blood that He has paid
Praise, praise, praise
What a little price to pay.
For that storehouse of treasure
From which we use each day.
Be sure we are in earnest,
For He will surely know,
As He knows our every step,
When through this life we go.
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