Why do I worship? Why do I praise? Why do I lift up my voice? When I see the Savior who died in my place Well, I cannot help but rejoice That's why I cry: Holy Holy, holy is the Lord That's why I cry: Holy Holy, holy is the Lord Holy is the Lord Why do I bow down and why do I stand? And why does my heart loves to sing? When I call my Father and He takes my hand I know I'm child of the King That's why I cry: Holy Holy, holy is the Lord That's why I cry: Holy Holy, holy is the Lord Holy is the Lord He is high and exalted in majesty He is only and worthy My savior and King To me Holy Holy, holy is the Lord That's why I cry: Holy Holy, holy is the Lord Holy is the Lord