Make a Joyful Noise

David's lion is dust, David’s Goliath is dust
David's outlaw caves are filled with pirate ghosts
His ancient lust is just dust upon dust
Still we sing because we must
Make a joyful noise
Make a joyful noise to the Lord

David's fortress is rubble, David’s armies are history
David's campaigns are overshadowed victories
His fate is myth, his consequence death
Still the Spirit stirs in our breast
Make a joyful noise
Make a joyful noise to the Lord

Yea, though I walk through
The valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil, You're with me
You comfort me, You prepare a table for me
In the presence of me enemies
You anoint my head, my cup runs over
Surely goodness and mercy
Shall follow me all the days of my life
And I'll dwell in the house
Of the Lord forevermore

A shepherd, a hero, an outlaw, a king
A servant of God who brought Him everything
But of all that's gone and all that came
What lives on is what he sang
Make a joyful noise
Make a joyful noise
Make a joyful noise to the Lord

Make a joyful noise
Make a joyful noise
Oh, make a joyful noise to the Lord

(Make a joyful, make a joyful noise)
(Make a joyful, make a joyful noise)
(Make a joyful, make a joyful noise)
(Make a joyful, make a joyful noise)