Hallelujah brother, practice, practice what you preach (Hallelujah) Practice, practice what you preach I'm here to tell you that, it's what you do, not what you say That's gonna count on judgment day So practice, practice what you preach Now Deacon Jones who's sitting here, he runs a butcher shop He likes to quote The Bible, as he weighs a steak or chop Well, deacon that sounds mighty fine but tell me, just how come You charge us for a pound of meat and a half a pound of thumb? Practice, practice what you preach (hmm, Hallelujah) Practice, practice what you preach I'm here to tell you that, it's what you do, not what you say That's gonna count on judgment day So practice, practice what you preach Now Brother Brown we hear your voice singing with the choir You memorize the hymn book, that's a fact we all admire But if St. Peter hears your song and kind of calculate He'll also hears them buttons you keep dropping in the plate And then we've got a sister here who gossips quite a lot She knows who's going where with who and if they ain't, why not? Well, sister if you aim to sit beside that golden throne Stop talking about your neighbor's sin Start the thinking about your own Well, brother practice, practice, practice what you preach