Father, it’s a pleasure just to do the things you said
To be guided by your spirit
And to count my flesh as dead
Your commandments are not grievous
And I know the only loss
Is my fallen, human wisdom
As I nail it to the cross

Hallelujah, hallelujah
You are greater on the inside
Than the devil is without
Hallelujah, hallelujah
And I praise you, blessed savior
From my heart

Words and music
by Chuck Brown