There's a longing in my heart to see your glory. There's a yearning in my soul to stand in the holy place. There's a growing need in me to ascend the hill most holy; A burning fire within to see your holy face.
So cleanse my lifted hands And purify my broken heart Keep my soul from vanity Don't let me speak deceitfully, That the King of Glory may enter in.
There's a vision in our spirits to walk in full anointing, To know Your blessing Lord, Your righteousness within. There's a call upon our lives to stand in a generation That would seek your face alone and turn from flesh and sin.