Well a healer came to town
For only fifty cents a head
And the lame were leaping 'round
But "Can't nobody heal the dead"
And the steeple in the churchyard
Had a sad look in his eyes
As the voices down on Main Street raised a sound
And they said, "Glory, Hallelujah" to the living God
With a mighty voice they lifted up his name
They said, "Glory, Hallelujah, power in the blood
Worthy is Lamb for sinners slain"
Well he prayed his holy prayer
And he drank his holy wine
And he shouted at the demons
That he chased around his mind
And it sounds like bad religion
To cheat, and steal, and lie
But he said that God helped those who help themselves
And he said, "Glory, Hallelujah" to the living God
With a mighty voice he lifted up his name
He said, "Glory, Hallelujah, power in the blood
Worthy is Lamb for sinners slain"
And I can't find 'em in the Bible
And I can't sing 'em in the choir
But I think that Heaven has some words for you
So you can take all your corruption
To your brimstone and your fire
But your evil cannot change
What's good and true
So we'll sing, "Glory, Hallelujah" to the living God
With a mighty voice we're lifting up Your name
We'll sing, "Glory, Hallelujah, power in the blood
Worthy is Lamb for sinners slain"
We'll sing, "Glory, Hallelujah" to the living God
With a mighty voice we're lifting up Your name
We'll sing, "Glory, Hallelujah, power in the blood
Worthy is Lamb for sinners slain"