I Look To The Hills (I Love You Lord)

I look to the hills where does my help come from?

To you oh Lord I run I run

You won’t let me slip, won’t let me fall

The hands that hold the heavens hold my heart

I love You Lord

And I lift my voice

To worship You

Oh my soul, rejoice

Take joy my King in what You hear

Let it be a sweet sweet sound in Your ear

When my soul is thirsty; my spirit tired

Your well won’t run empty, it won’t run dry

You sing over me day and night

So I’ll lift my voice for all my life

I love You Lord

And I lift my voice

To worship You

Oh my soul, rejoice

Take joy my King in what You hear

Let it be a sweet sweet sound in Your ear

Like incense

Let my worship

Honor You

Your fragrance

My favorite

You make all things new

Like incense

Let my worship

Honor You

Your fragrance

My favorite

You make all things new

Let it be a sweet sweet sound

Let it be a sweet sweet sound

Let it be a sweet sweet sound in Your ear