Elevation Worship + Chandler Moore - Alleluia Lyrics
Lyrics
Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise We say Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise Always
Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise We say Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise Always
I’ve got a God who is for me He’s known for making a way He fought the battle So I wouldn’t have to All glory belongs to His Name
I’ve got a God who’s been faithful Far more than I could explain Through every season In spite of my weakness He gave me a song I could sing
I came to praise I came to praise That’s why I woke up today I came to praise We say
Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise We say
Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise Always
I’ve got a King who is risen He put my shame in the grave Went to hell and back And now I never have to And He did it all in three days
I came to praise I came to praise That’s why I woke up today I came to praise We say
Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise We say
Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise Always
I’m singing in the morning I’m singing at night I’m singing in the battle That’s how I fight
I’m singing He’s holy I’m singing it twice I’m singing He’s holy The rest of my life
I’m singing in the morning I’m singing at night I’m singing in the battle That’s how I fight
I’m singing He’s holy I’m singing it twice I’m singing He’s holy The rest of my life
I’m singing He’s holy The rest of my life
Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise We say
Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise Always
Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise We say
Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise Always
I’m singing in the morning I’m singing at night I’m singing in the battle That’s how I fight
I’m singing He’s holy I’m singing it twice I’m singing He’s holy The rest of my life
Alle Alle Alleluia You get all the praise Always
I came to praise I came to praise Devil get out of my way I came to praise
Written by Steven Furtick, Chandler Moore, Benjamin Hastings
Video
Alleluia | Elevation Worship & Chandler Moore
Meaning & Inspiration
The phrase "He fought the battle so I wouldn’t have to" sticks in my throat like a splinter.
When Chandler Moore sings it in this Elevation Worship track, it lands with a breezy, absolute certainty. It’s the kind of line that feels like a warm blanket on a Sunday morning. But if I strip away the melody and the polished production, the words are actually an affront to how life feels on a Tuesday. We are told in Scripture to "put on the full armor of God," to "fight the good fight of faith." We are explicitly invited into the fray.
So, what is this song actually claiming? If He fought the battle, why am I still exhausted? Why do I still feel the sting of the arrows?
There is a blatant tension here between the theology of substitution and the reality of the daily grind. Perhaps the writer isn't suggesting that we get a pass from suffering, but rather that the outcome of the war was decided before we even stepped onto the field. It’s the difference between a battle and a war. Maybe I’m just fighting skirmishes—cleaning up the edges of a victory that was already settled in the grave.
Still, the line risks being a cheap cliché, a way to bypass the messy work of sanctification. It’s easy to sing about a battle you don’t have to fight when the choir is backing you up. It’s much harder to believe it when you’re staring at a mounting stack of bills or a broken relationship that refuses to heal.
Then there’s the line: "Went to hell and back / And now I never have to." Again, the grammar is slippery. Does it mean I never have to go to hell? Or does it mean I never have to fight? The ambiguity is where the song lives or dies. If it’s a promise that life becomes effortless, it’s a lie. But if it’s a recognition that the ultimate cost—the descent, the darkness, the separation from the Father—has been paid, then it’s a profound shift in perspective.
It forces me to ask: if the heavy lifting of my salvation is done, what is left for me to do?
"I came to praise / That’s why I woke up today."
Maybe that’s the fight. Maybe the battle I’m supposed to engage in isn't against flesh and blood or even my own circumstances, but against the lethargy of the soul. Praise isn't just a reaction to a win; it’s a weapon used to remind myself who actually holds the sword. I’m skeptical of songs that make the Christian life sound like a victory lap, but there’s something biting about the insistence here. It sounds less like a celebration and more like a necessary act of defiance against a reality that looks like defeat.