Guy Penrod - Shout To The Lord Lyrics

Album: Hymns & Worship
Released: 29 Jan 2016
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Lyrics

My Jesus

My Saviour

Lord there is none like You

All of my days

I want to praise

The wonders of Your mighty love


My comfort, my shelter

Tower of refuge and strength

Let every breath, all that I am

Never cease to worship You


Shout to the Lord all the Earth, let us sing

Power and majesty, praise to the King

Mountains bow down and the seas will roar

At the sound of Your name


I sing for joy at the work of Your hand

Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand

Nothing compares to the promise I have

In You


My Jesus, my Saviour

Lord there is none like You

All of my days I want to praise

The wonders of Your mighty love


My comfort, my shelter

Tower of refuge and strength

Let every breath, all that I am

Never cease to worship You


Shout to the Lord all the Earth, let us sing

Power and majesty, praise to the King

Mountains bow down and the seas will roar

At the sound of Your name


I sing for joy at the work of Your hand

Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand

Nothing compares to the promise I have


Shout to the Lord all the Earth, let us sing

Power and majesty, praise to the King

Mountains bow down and the seas will roar

At the sound of Your name


I sing for joy at the work of Your hand

Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand

Nothing compares to the promise I have

Nothing compares to the promise I have

Nothing compares to the promise I have In You

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Guy Penrod - Shout To The Lord (Live)

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Meaning & Inspiration

Guy Penrod’s delivery of "Shout to the Lord" carries a specific gravity. There is a weight in his baritone that demands we move past the common habit of singing these words as mere rhythmic filler during a Sunday service. When we sing, "Mountains bow down and the seas will roar / At the sound of Your name," we are not merely describing a poetic scene; we are affirming the doctrine of Christ’s cosmic sovereignty.

In Colossians 1:17, Paul reminds us that in Him all things hold together. When Penrod sings of the mountains bowing, he is pointing toward the eschatological reality that every created thing, whether animate or inanimate, is currently subject to the authority of the Word made flesh. It is an unsettling thought if we stop to consider it: the very earth beneath our feet recognizes a Master that our own prideful hearts often ignore. To sing this is to acknowledge that the inanimate creation is more obedient than the imago Dei. That is a stinging realization.

Then there is the line, "Nothing compares to the promise I have / In You." It is easy to treat "promise" as a vague catch-all for divine favor or a general sense of well-being. But if we are to be rigorous, what is this promise? It cannot simply be a wish for a better life. Biblically, the promise—the kerygma—is the offer of reconciliation through substitutionary atonement. It is the assurance that the wrath which ought to have been ours was exhausted on the cross.

When I hear Penrod voice these words, I find myself lingering on the disparity between the magnitude of the promise and the thinness of my own devotion. We declare that nothing compares to this, yet we live as if many things compare quite favorably. We prioritize comfort, reputation, and autonomy, effectively treating the promise as a peripheral benefit rather than the foundation of our existence.

There is a tension here that shouldn't be smoothed over. To "never cease to worship" is a standard of holiness that exposes our inevitable lapses. We are creatures of fragmented focus. Can we truly stand, as the song claims, forever? Not in our own strength. We stand only because the One who is our "Tower of refuge and strength" sustains us in our frailty.

This song asks us to look at the majesty of the King and the roar of the sea, and then ask ourselves if we are standing on the ground of the promise or merely on the sand of our own religious performance. Penrod’s voice is steady, but the questions it provokes remain wide open. Are we singing to a vague force, or are we singing to the Mediator who has successfully bridged the infinite gap between the holy God and the sinful man? The weight of that reality should leave us, at the very least, humbled.

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