Song lyrics and download: Let Your Name Be Glorified by Frank Edwards, Chee

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Let Your Name Be Glorified Lyrics

Chorus:

Ah ah ah …

Lift your name on high

Ah ah ah…

Lift your name on high

With all my heart I say, I love you

Ah ah ah …

I lift my voice to say that you are God

Halleluyah

Verse1:

I lift my voice, my all in praise to your name

Let your name be glorified

Heaven and earth bow down to worship you Lord

Let your name be glorified

In adoration Lord we lift up your name

Let your name be glorified

Chorus:

Verse2:

Forever and ever

Let your name be glorified

No one else deserve my praise but you, oh God

Heaven and earth will pass away but your love will still remain

So I sing you a love song deep within my heart

Chorus:

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Within the last of the tomb

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