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
