Still The King
Chris Tomlin
When I think of the cross
The cross of Christ
Praise begins to rise
Praise begins to rise
When I look on the Lamb
The wounded Lamb
My hands will lift to Him
My hands will lift to Him
Isn't He worthy of all our worship
Isn't He worthy of the praises we bring
How could my heart not sing hallelujah
For the blood is still the blood
And the King is still the King
When I recount the cost
The cost of grace
You bought my sin and shame
I'll never be the same
When I look at my life
How good You've been
Oh I can't hold it in
I'll never hold it in
When I think of the tomb
The empty tomb
I'm filled with gratitude
Endless gratitude
For He defeated death
And He reigns above
No grave could hold His love
No grave could hold His love
Isn't he worthy of all our worship
Isn't he worthy of the praises we bring
How could my heart not sing of all You’ve done for me
For the blood is still the blood
And the King is still the King
For the blood is still the blood
And the King is still the King
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