Every Hill Has Room to Shout

Joyful Appalachian gospel and country swing, 126 BPM, 4/4, D major, Flatpicked guitar, clawhammer banjo, mountain fiddle, walking upright slap bass, handclaps, tambourine and swinging drums, Bubba is a warm unmistakably male lead; Darlene is an unmistakably female gospel-soul co-lead, Trade verse lines, unite on choruses with a congregation, Original D-G-D-Bm-G-A-D refrain and syncopated banjo answer, Add boogie piano in verse two; feature fiddle and piano trading eight bars, Brief unaccompanied clap break, then a jubilant full-band finish

[Intro - Banjo, fiddle and handclaps] [Verse 1 - Bubba, male] Open up your hands, all people, Let a glad sound travel far. There is One above the rulers, Higher than their banners are. [Darlene, female] He has chosen Jacob's portion, He has loved His people well; Let the valleys hear the singing, Let the farthest hillside tell. [Chorus - Duet and congregation] Every hill has room to shout, Every tongue can praise the King! From the low ground to the lookout, Let the whole creation sing. He is holy, He is mighty, All the earth beneath His throne; Clap your hands and lift the story: All the shields are His alone. [Verse 2 - Darlene, female] Hear the trumpet, hear the gladness, See the rulers gather near; To the God of Abraham now Bring your honor, bring your fear. [Bubba, male] Sing with hearts that know His greatness, Sing with minds awake and clear; He is King above the nations, Let the nations come and hear. [Instrumental Break - Fiddle and boogie piano trade] [Bridge - Handclaps; call and response] [Bubba] Who holds every earthly shield? [Darlene] God, to whom the rulers yield! [Bubba] Who is worthy of this sound? [Congregation] God, whose throne cannot come down! [Final Chorus - All] Every hill has room to shout, Every tongue can praise the King! From the low ground to the lookout, Let the whole creation sing. He is holy, He is mighty, All the earth beneath His throne; Clap your hands and lift the story: All the shields are His alone. [Outro - Duet] Let the farthest hillside tell: Our great King has governed well.

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