Lyrics

[Verse 1]
He thunders down the old wood floor
His cane strikes like a holy war
Wrath of heaven in his eyes
A sermon shakin' up the sky

[Verse 2]
His voice booms like a storm in June
The choir hums a righteous tune
He’s spittin' fire and saving souls
Ancient truths taking their toll

[Chorus]
Raise your hands and feel his flame
Every sinner calls His name
Feel the heat of the preacher's roar
Old-time glory shakes the floor

[Verse 3]
Sweat drips down his furrowed brow
There’s no turning back now
He points his cane and stamps his feet
The devil flees in his defeat

[Bridge]
Oh the righteous rage in every word
Feared yet loved when it's heard
A pious storm in the house of grace
The wrath of God etched on his face

[Chorus]
Raise your hands and feel his flame
Every sinner calls His name
Feel the heat of the preacher's roar
Old-time glory shakes the floor