William Murphy - The Sacrifice Of Praise Lyrics
Lyrics
I wish I had some real folks in the house tonight who say I don't always feel like lifting my hands. I wanna teach you a real simple song tonight. My brother Elder Eugene Brown is going to sing it for us. It simply says..
We offer, the sacrifice of praise
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Come on, Lord we lift our lives. Lord we lift our lives just to honor you, to honor you. Though at times we feel like throwing in the towel, but we won't give in for the hour is near. When we search, when we search for those. When we search for those, in spirit and in truth, we'll worship You. We will, we guarantee you, we offer.
We offer, the sacrifice of praise
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. We offer, come on, make God an offer He can't refuse. All over this sanctuary, we offer, we offer, the sacrifice of praise. Come on, we are the living sacrifice tonight.Lord we life our lives, just to honor you, to honor you. Though at times we feel like throwing in the towel, but we won't give in for the hour is near. When You search for those, and will be found by You. In spirit and in truth, we'll worship You. We offer, we offer, we love You, we praise You, we magnify Your name. We offer, the sacrifice of praise.
Hallelujah
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. Halle means celebrate. Hallelujah
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. Jah means God. Come on celebrate him. Hallelujah
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. Does anyone here have something to celebrate for? He's been good. Hallelujah
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You are so worthy, of my sacrifice of praise. We Celebrate, the sacrifice of praise. You are so worthy, of my sacrifice of praise. You called us out of darkness, into this marvelous light to show forth Your praise tonight. You are so worthy, of my sacrifice of praise. You're so worthy, worthy is the name that was slain before the foundation of the world, the angels cry Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty. And Lord we draw, and is, and is, to come. You are so worthy, of my sacrifice of praise.
We give you the glory, we give you the honor
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We offer, the Sacrifice of praise, of praise.
We love you so much. We magnify Your name Jesus. Come on unrehearsed, unprovoked, spontaneously come on. Without any outside stimulus. We offer. We offer. We won't forsake our responsibility. We offer. We offer. Not a lamb but ourselves, we offer. We offer.
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The Sacrifice Of Praise
Meaning & Inspiration
My hands are spotted now, the skin like thin parchment paper that tears if I’m not careful. I spend a lot of time looking at them when the house is quiet, wondering how many hymnals they’ve held over the decades. I’ve sung plenty of songs that promised the moon, the kind that make you feel like you can fly right over the roof of the church. But William Murphy’s record, We Are One, brings something different to my living room chair. It brings the grit.
There’s a line in this piece that stops me cold: “Though at times we feel like throwing in the towel, but we won't give in for the hour is near.”
When you’re young, you think praise is something that bubbles up because your cup is overflowing. You think it’s a natural reaction to a blessing. But after forty years, you learn that praise is often a choice you make against your own wreckage. There have been mornings—many of them—when my knees creaked, my spirit felt hollowed out by grief, and the last thing I wanted to do was lift my hands. I’ve known the specific, heavy temptation of wanting to "throw in the towel." I’ve sat in the back pew with my teeth clenched, wondering if God was even listening to the dry rattle of my prayers.
That’s what Murphy is getting at here. He isn’t talking about the praise that comes when the sun is out. He’s talking about the sacrifice.
The writer of Hebrews tells us to offer a "sacrifice of praise to God continually" (Hebrews 13:15). It’s easy to gloss over that word sacrifice. It implies that something is being killed—usually our pride, our weariness, or our desire to just quit. When I can’t find a reason to sing, I have to reach into that empty space and offer Him the discomfort itself. It’s not a polished, pretty offering. It’s messy. It’s tired. But it’s real.
I listen to the way they repeat the refrain, over and over, until the words lose their performance quality and just become a tether. “We offer the sacrifice of praise.” It’s a stubborn claim. It reminds me of Jacob wrestling with the angel in the dark, refusing to let go until he was blessed, even with a limp. I’ve got my own limp now, metaphorically speaking, and I suspect most of us do if we’ve lived long enough.
The lights go out in this house every night, and the strength really does get low. Does this song hold up then? When the music stops and the congregation goes home, you’re left with the silence and the truth of your own smallness. Murphy’s work here isn’t a pep talk; it’s a reminder that you don't need a mood to be faithful. You just need to keep showing up, even when your hands are shaking, and saying: This is what I have left, Lord. It isn’t much, but it’s mine. That has to be enough. I hope it is. I suppose I’ll find out for sure when I finally get to the other side of the veil.