i sang to the people in russia as they were searching for the truth their eyes were so cold and empty from the eldest to the youth what a privilege i had to carry the joy of the god we love and i sang of the christ his compassionate life of a home he s prepared above and they praised god and they praised god and they praised god because of me i sang to the people in africa some who didn t have food to eat in the depths of full blown poverty most were living out in the street what a thrill to deliver the gospel to a people who were so distressed holding back the tears and the cultural fears overwhelmingly i was impressed and they praised god and they praised god and they praised god instead of me i sang to the people in my hometown trying to guess their minds most had already heard the precious word of a god who s good and kind as i sang i could tell that they knew it i didn t sing for the joy of the song but because of a cross and a savior s loss to deliver mankind gone wrong and they praised god and they praised god and they praised god in spite of me and they praised god and they praised god and they praised god because of me