Still The King

When I think of the cross, the cross of Christ
Praise begins to rise, praise begins to rise
When I look on the Lamb, the wounded Lamb
My hands will lift to Him, my hands will lift to Him

Isn't He worthy of all our worship?
Isn't He worthy of the praises we bring?
How could my heart not sing hallelujah?
For the blood is still the blood
And the King is still the King

When I recount the cost, the cost of grace
You bought my sin and shame, I'll never be the same
When I look at my life, how good You've been
Oh, I can't hold it in, I'll never hold it in

Isn't He worthy of all our worship?
Isn't He worthy of the praises we bring?
How could my heart not sing hallelujah?
For the blood is still the blood
And the King is still the King

The King is worthy
Oh, isn't He worthy?

When I think of the tomb, the empty tomb
I'm filled with gratitude, endless gratitude
For He defeated death and He reigns above
No grave could hold His love
No grave could hold His love

When I think of the tomb, the empty tomb
I'm filled with gratitude, oh, endless gratitude
Oh, for He defeated death and He reigns above
No grave could hold His love
No grave could hold His love

Isn't He worthy of all our worship?
Isn't He worthy of the praises we bring?
How could my heart not sing hallelujah?
For the blood is still the blood
And the King is still the King

Isn't He worthy of all our worship?
Isn't He worthy of the praises we bring?
How could my heart not sing of all You've done for me?
For the blood is still the blood
And the King is still the King

For the blood is still the blood
And the King is still the King