Let not the wise man take pride in his knowing
All the world's wisdom won't change where he's going
Rich men and strong men might boast of their kingdom
But His praises matter, and we all must sing them, so
Get yourself ready, stand up and proclaim Him
Don't be afraid to just speak out and name Him
Go to your post and the task He will send you
Don't be afraid for the Lord will defend you
Ah, sing hosanna to the King
Ah, sing to our eternal King
No place at the banquet for stubborn self-righteous
Invited instead, all the poor, lame and sightless
The last will be first and the first will be last
And one day we'll find that when all else has passed
Blessed are the meek, to a new home he sends them
Blessed are the hurting, he comforts and mends them
Trusting in Jesus, they've gained everything, so
They shout out his praises, they dance and they sing to God