Though I can't, still I'll try my Lord
And be made beautiful in praise.
Beautiful in praise my Lord
Beautiful in praise
I lift my hands
My heart I raise
You are made beautiful in praise
Beauty...beauty, my Lord yes you are
When I need you, I'll lift my hands
And know you are not far
So I'll sing my song, and shout unto
I'll clap my hands, and I'll dance for you
For there is no shame in what I raise
For there is only you... yes there is only you