Don Moen - Blessed Be The Name Lyrics
Lyrics
Blessed be the name of the Lord He is worthy to be praised and adored So we lift up holy hands in one accord Singing blessed be the name Blessed be the name Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be the named of the Lord He is worthy to be praised and adored So we lift up holy hands in one accord Singing blessed be the name Blessed be the name Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be the named of the Lord He is worthy to be praised and adored So we lift up holy hands in one accord Singing blessed be the name Blessed be the name Blessed be the name of the Lord
Video
Don Moen - Blessed Be The Name Of The Lord / Celebrate Jesus (Live Praise and Worship)
Meaning & Inspiration
I was sitting here listening to this Don Moen track from the God Will Make a Way collection, and it’s so simple that it almost catches you off guard. It’s just repeating those same lines over and over—blessing the name of the Lord, lifting up holy hands. It pulls directly from that idea in Timothy about lifting up holy hands without anger or disputing, and honestly, that’s harder to actually do than the song makes it sound. When things are falling apart in my own life, my hands feel more like they're clenched in frustration than lifted in praise. Yet, the song keeps coming back to the fact that His name is worthy regardless of what’s happening in my head.
It’s interesting because Scripture talks so much about the weight and the power of His name, like in Proverbs where the name of the Lord is a strong tower. But when I sing along, I have to stop and wonder if I’m just repeating a phrase or if I’m actually standing in that tower. Is it enough to just say He is worthy? I think about the Psalms where David just pours out his confusion and anger, but then pivots to blessing God anyway. That’s the tension, right? It’s not about how I feel today. The lyrics don't give me any space to complain, which feels a little bit limiting, but maybe that’s the point—to force my focus away from myself. Still, I wonder if a faith that only ever speaks of "worthy" and "adored" is missing the raw, messy parts of the walk, or if that’s actually the only way to get back to solid ground when everything else is shaking. It’s a quiet thing, just choosing to say the words when I don't really have the capacity to believe them fully.