What can move a man to dance When he doesn't hear a band? What can move a broken heart to sing? What can make a weary sinner Fall down on his knees? What can make the halls of Heaven ring? What can lift my lowest thoughts To the very throne of God? And what can lift my eyes from earthly things? It's the power of praise The power of praise When led by God's spirit, It's a mighty refrain It flows with a force That carries a current of change The power of praise Praise can give my soul a fire When my passion's been consumed Praise can give my spirit's song a voice Praise can fill my mind with peace When doubts have overcome Praise can fill my longing to rejoice Praise can turn my sorrow To a holy celebration Praise can turn my weeping Into tears of joy