I wish that I could write a song
         Of loving adoration
That would echo from the mountaintops
          In joyous celebration

Of praise to our Almighty God
          And the Christ, His Holy Son,
For all He is and ever will be...
          For the wonders He has done.

Words of praise from other's minds,
          Everyday, I hear,
And I wish that mine could sound as sweet
          To my Father's ear.

But in travelling from my heart to hand
          The words become finite.
Not even similar to what my heart would speak
          If to Him, it could recite

Yet is it not the heart of man
          That our Father sees, hears and believes?
The place of truth in His creations
          That He lovingly perceives?

Therefore, I know my praise is known...
          That I am able to impart
All the love and adoration
          That for Hinm, is in my heart!