Andrew Peterson - Serve hymn - holy is the lord

^AmHigh this mountain, broad this^G sea S^Emtill, my s^Gin ran d^Ameeper G^Amrave offense my soul did ^Gwreak ^{C G} Aga^Eminst cre^Gation's k^Ameeper But ^Gsee what power so f^Fell and f^Cair Has s^Ctayed His holy j^Fustice ^AmGod Himself all Hell did b^Gear How g^Emreat His l^Gove for ^Amus is

^AmSo serve Him, O serve Him ^GHe who brings the ^Ammorning ^AmO serve Him, Only serve Him ^GHe who brings the ^Fmorning

^AmEv'ry hour is a precious b^Goon ^EmEv'ry b^Greath is a ^Ammercy ^AmEv'ry glimpse of yonder mo^Gon A b^Emalm upo^Gn this ^Amjourney How v^Gast the heavens ab^Fove this p^Clace So sm^Call beneath His g^Flory S^Amtill He stooped and showed His f^Gace And ^Empoured His m^Gercy ^Fo'er me

^AmSo serve Him, O serve Him ^GHe who brings the ^Ammorning ^AmO serve Him, Only serve Him ^GHe who brings the ^Fmorning

J^Gesus, our Mess^Fiah K^Cing For t^Chose who don't deserve ^FHim ^AmConquered death all life to bring^{C G} So s^Geek His face and s^Ferve Him ^Am O s^Ferve Him

^AmSing, O sing ^GPraise His name for^Amever ^AmSing, O sing ^GPraise His name for^Amever ^AmOh, praise Him ^AmOh, praise Him ^GPraise His name f^Amorever ^AmOh, praise Him ^AmOh, praise Him ^GPraise His name f^Amorever ^AmOh, praise Him ^AmOh, praise Him ^GPraise His name f^Amorever

^FHoly is the ^CLord ^EmHoly ^Amis the L^Ford And the ^CLord I w^Fill o^Gbey Lord, ^Fhelp me I don't ^Gknow the ^Cway