Take me past the outer courts
And through the holy place
Past the brazen altar Lord
I want to see Your face
Pass the crowds of people
The priests that sing Your praise
I hunger and thirst for Your righteousness
And it's only found on place
Take me in to the Holy of holies
Take me in by the blood of the Lamb
Take me in to the Holy of holies
Take the coal, cleanse my lips
Here I am
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