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Song lyrics and download: Here To Sing by Frank Edwards ft. Chee




Here to Sing  Lyrics


Intro: 
Oghene Doh, I Give You Praise Today

Verse 1(Chee):

In every situation
With every trial
I have learnt to praise
Surely Your goodness and Your
Unending favor rest upon my days
My life is Yours
Here is my sacrifice of praise to You oh God
Great are You lord
And all Your wondrous work
I live to sing

Chorus:

Doh Doh Doh
Doh Doh Doh
Doh Doh Doh
I am here to sing Your praise

Verse 2 (Frank Edwards):

There is no me without You
My ever present help in times of need
The glory of the morning
The sunshine and the darkness
Can’t conceal
My life is yours
Here is my sacrifice of praise to You oh God
Great are you Lord
And all Your wondrous work
I live to sing

Chorus:

Doh Doh Doh
Jehova Doh, Olisa Doh oooo
Doh Doh Doh
i am here to sing Your praise
Doh Doh Doh
Doh Doh Doh
Doh Doh Doh
I am here to sing Your praise


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