We enter into Your presence,
Hearts wide open
Our lungs and vocal chords were created to sing ––
Holy, holy, holy!
Sweeter to Your ears than even the songs of angels
Even when words refuse to form
And our hearts overflow ––
Bubbling up with lauds
To the only One deserving
The highest praise of our worship
Mighty, Righteous, and Holy
Rock of Ages
King of Kings
Never will anyone or anything ever take Your place
As we kneel before You
And stand before men.
Thunders and lightnings from the Throne
Angels singing back and forth ––
Holy! Holy! Holy!
The sound of crowns thrown down
A mighty chorus in every tongue and dialect
From every tribe and nation