David Ruis - We will dance

^DSing a ^Dsus4song o^Df celebr^Dsus4ation Lift u^Dp a ^Dsus4shout of prai^Dse For the Bridegroom will c^Gome The Glorious O^Dne^{Dsus4 D} And O^Ch-^G-We will look on His Fa^Dce^{Dsus4 D} We'll g^Co-^G---to a much better p^Dla^Dsus4ce. ^{D D}Dance with ^Dsus4all your mi^Dght ^Dsus4Lift up your h^Dands and c^Dsus4lap for jo^Dy The time's drawing n^Gear, when He will a^Dpp^Dsus4ear ^D And o^Ch-^G---we will stand by His s^Did^Dsus4e ^D A st^Crong, ^Gpure spotless br^Aid^D/Ae. ^A7

^DWe will d^C2ance on the st^Greets that are gol^Dden The glor^Dious br^C2ide, and the Gr^Geat Son of M^Dan ^DEvery to^Cngue and tri^Gbe and nat^Dion Will jo^Cin ^Gin the Song of the La^Dmb^{Dsus4 D}

^DSing ^Dsus4aloud for the t^Dime of re^Dsus4joicing is ne^Dar (echo) The ri^Dsen Ki^Dsus4ng, our gr^Doom, is ^Dsus4soon to app^Dear (echo) The we^Ddding f^Dsus4east to co^Dme is ^Dsus4now near at h^Dand (echo) L^Dift up your v^Dsus4oice, pr^Doclaim the ^Dsus4coming La^Dmb (echo)