Ancient of Days

Ancient of Days, oh oh, Ancient of Days
If I had a thousand tongues
I would sing a thousand thanks
Countless melodies just to worship You, oh Lord
But my tongue is only one
Yet my worship is spiritual
For those who worship must do so in spirit and in truth
For words are limited in the praise of God
Sing to the Lord a highest praise
Ancient of Days
Sing to the Lord a glorious praise
Ancient of Days
My heart overflows with gratitude
In the quiet of the night, Your grace shines through
Though my words are few, my spirit knows
The depth of the love that overflows
Sing to the Lord a highest praise
Ancient of Days
Sing to the Lord a glorious praise
Ancient of Days
Ancient of Days, Ancient of Days,