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Song lyrics and download: Give Him Praises by Chica Michelle


Chica Michelle Biography
Her musical journey is nothing but a testimony to God's everlasting providence in her life.  A  British born Nigerian singer - songwriter, Chica demonstrated her passion for singing at a very young age  and has not stopped ever since. In the early 2000,  she worked with state radio stations in Nigeria, top radios DJs and entrepreneurs develop promotional jingles which made her a sought after artist of her time.  Chica took a long break from music to raise her two beautiful children.and cannot wait to share and express her undying  love for God through her music.
Info @ chicamichelle.com


Give Him Praises lyrics

Intro:
Praise Him, Praise Him
I am thankful
Ooooooh
Praise Him, Praise Him
I am grateful

Verse1:
Lord for your blessing
For your mercies
Lord for your favours
Falling down like rain
Thank you for giving
Thank you for patient
Thanks for your Love
That comes new everyday

Chorus:
I’ll give Him praises
Come give him praises
I’ll give Him praises
For the things that he has done
I’ll bow before him
Come bow before him
In adoration
For the things that he has done
I’ll lift him higher
Higher, higher
For the things that he has done
I call him faithful
Faithful, faithful
For the things that he has done

Verse2:
Thanks for forgivenesses
Thank you for graces
Thanks for provision
You supplied my every need
Lord for the present
For all the past times
Lord for the future all in your care

Chorus:
I’ll give Him praises
Come give him praises
I’ll give Him praises
For the things that he has done
I’ll bow before him
Come bow before him
In adoration
For the things that he has done
I’ll lift him higher
Higher, higher
For the things that he has done
I call him faithful
Faithful, faithful
For the things that he has done

Bridge:
I have searched the whole world over …yeah
To find me …yes to find me
Someone greater…see
There’s nothing that the Lord wouldn’t do for you
He is powerful, all glorious and so many more
Lord you are.
Lord you are ehhhh

Everybody come along and praise Him
Children all over praise Him
Move your body and praises him
I will always forever..praise Him
Mamas.. papas praise Him
Let the whole world praise Him
We will always forever praise him
Count your blessings praise Him
Count your blessings praise Him
We will always praise him

Spoken words:
Lord I thank you
Lord I bless you
For my children
For my family
Good health
I thank you
For yesterday
For today
For the future Lord
I leave in your hands
And I’ll praise you
I’ll thank you
And I will not be afraid
Cos you are always with me

Praise Him x3
I will always
Always praise him x2
I will always always praise him
Come on and praise him
Go on and praise him
Let everyone go
Come on and praise him
Children praises him
Fathers praises him
With our whole heart

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