Holy Is The Lord

Why do I worship? Why do I praise?
Why do I lift up my voice?
When I see the Savior who died in my place
Well, I cannot help but rejoice

That's why I cry: Holy
Holy, holy is the Lord
That's why I cry: Holy
Holy, holy is the Lord
Holy is the Lord

Why do I bow down and why do I stand?
And why does my heart loves to sing?
When I call my Father and He takes my hand
I know I'm child of the King

That's why I cry: Holy
Holy, holy is the Lord
That's why I cry: Holy
Holy, holy is the Lord
Holy is the Lord

He is high and exalted in majesty
He is only and worthy
My savior and King
To me

Holy
Holy, holy is the Lord
That's why I cry: Holy
Holy, holy is the Lord
Holy is the Lord