(....We just sang out the Lord one day,
and, I said 'Lord I wanna be part of your army'
and, said 'Lord I wanna be part of your army'
'I wanna be part of that generation of people you raise up'
and the Lord, just sang this over me and said)
Cm Bb G#
You've got your best man on the front side
Cm Bb G#
You always show your best side
Cm Bb G#
And evil's always on the other side
Cm Bb G#
You say this is your strategy
Cm Bb G#
But son I hope you take it from me
Cm Bb G#
You look just like your enemy
Cm Bb G#
You're full of pri--- i-- i-- de
Cm Bb G#
You're full of pri--- i-- i-- de
(and I just sing that day and said):
Cm G# G#
We better trash our idols if we want to be
Bb Cm Bb G#
In the army of the Lord
Cm G# G#
And the greatest idol is you and me,
Bb Cm Bb G#
We better get on the threshing floor
Cm G# G#
When will we learn that God's strategy
Bb Cm Bb G#
Is giving glory to the Lord?
Cm G# G#
So God, so trash our idols cos' we want to be
Bb Cm Bb G#
In the army of the Lord
Cm Bb G#
Star how beautiful you shine
Cm Bb G#
You shine more beautiful than mine
Cm Bb G#
You shine from sea to shining sea
Cm Bb G#
World-wide is your stra--tegy
Cm Bb G#
But shinning star I hope you see
Cm Bb G#
If the whole wide world is staring straight at you
They can't - see - me...
play this in "me...":
Cm Bb G#
e-----------3-----3------------|
B--1-3--4-4---3-3---1---3-4-3--|
G--3----5-5---5-5---3----------|
D------------------------------|
A------------------------------|
E------------------------------| x2
(...I want them to know me but they can't see me
I want them to know me,
I want to show my glory but they, they can't see me..)
( Cm Bb G#
So rise... rise... rise...
Live out your fantasy; think that your better than me?
Cm Bb G#
Rise... rise... rise...
Live out your man-made religiosity!
Cm Bb G#
Rise... rise... rise...
Live out your strategies!
Rise, rise, rise so the world can see
Rise, rise, rise so the world can see
So the world can see just another dying star...
Cm G# G#
We better trash our idols if we want to be
Bb Cm Bb G#
In the army of the Lord
Cm G# G#
And the greatest idol is you and me,
Bb Cm Bb G#
We better get on the threshing floor
Cm G# G#
When will we learn that God's strategy
Bb Cm Bb G#
Is giving glory to the Lord?
Cm G# G#
So we trash our idols cos' we want to be
Bb Cm Bb G#
In the army of the Lord
In the army of the Lord
Cm Bb G#
Raise up an army, Raise up an army, Raise up an army, Oh God!
Raise up an army, Raise up an army, Raise up an army
In the army of the Lord, In the army of the Lord
there's no room, there's no room, there's no room for idolatry
In the army of the Lord
there's no room, there's no room for man's pleasing
In the army of the Lord
In the army, In the army of the Lord
Raise us up, Raise us up, Oh God!