As
we come into your Presence
Sensing
guilt and shameful pride
Melt
our cold, unyielding spirits
Burn
the dross we feel inside.
We
desire heart-felt worship
Offering
praise to You alone
So
these worldly cares that bind us
Can
be freed before Your throne.
Lord,
to You we lift our praises
Once
again awake our hearts
By
the Fire of true devotion
Fill
the Church through all its parts.
One
in Body, soul and spirit
We
lift holy hands in praise
Offering
You our love in worship
Jesus
Lord, our voices raise.
B.
Pent
