Misc Your Songs - The lord gave it to rob jones - high and lifted up

H^Eis hair is wh^Gite as s^Anow ^D H^Eis eyes flame^Gs of fir^Ae ^D H^Eis feet like ^Gpolished^A bronz^De A^End his voice ^Glike man^Ay wate^Drs

H^Ee is the King^G, ^{A D} T^Ehe Lord of ev^Gerything^{A D} H^Eoly is our Go^Gd. ^{A D} H^Ee's High and ^GLifted u^Ap ^D And His ^Etrain fills t^Ghe Templ^Ae ^D H^Ee's High and ^GLifted u^Ap ^D A^End we are his^G people ^{A D} H^Eoly is our Go^Gd ^{A D}

^AHe is the Ki^Gng ^ALord of ever^Gthing ^ALet His peop^Gle sing ^D

^AHe is the Ki^Gng ^ALord of ever^Gthing ^ALet His ange^Gls proclaim!

^DThat Verse 2 - H^Eis angels lik^Ge the wi^And! ^D H^Eis messengers^G are fir^Ae ^D H^Ee's the first^G and las^At ^D W^Eas dead now l^Gives for^Aever^D H^Ee is King ^{G A D} L^Eord of everyt^Ghing. ^{A D} H^Eoly is our Go^Gd ^{A D}

H^Ee's High and ^GLifted u^Ap ^D And His ^Etrain fills t^Ghe Templ^Ae ^D H^Ee's High and ^GLifted u^Ap ^D A^End we are his^G people ^{A D} H^Eoly is our Go^Gd ^{A D}