A Essência da Adoração

It exists in my heart
The essence of worship
I am Your instrument, Your vessel
Like the harp in David's hands
Like Asaph, I want to serve You
Separated as the sons of Levi were
To worship You and feel Your presence

I want to enter the tabernacle
Unveiling its mysteries
Even if it's behind their backs
I want to see it up close
I want to behold Your presence, Your glory
In Sinai, face to face, to converse with you
If necessary, I'd give my life for the Ark to carry
Even while in Babylon, I will proclaim Your name
Like a deer seeking water to quench its thirst
To be faithful in captivity like the sons of Korah

Holy art thou, Holy art thou
My praise is like a flame
Like ointment that spills
And in reverence, I prostrate myself at His feet
Holy art thou, Holy art thou

Like the harp in David's hands
Like Asaph, I want to serve You
Separated as the sons of Levi were
To worship You and feel Your presence

I want to enter the tabernacle
Unveiling its mysteries
Even if it's behind their backs
I want to see it up close
I want to behold Your presence, Your glory
In Sinai, face to face, to converse with you
If necessary, I'd give my life for the Ark to carry
Even while in Babylon, I will proclaim Your name
Like a deer seeking water to quench its thirst
To be faithful in captivity like the sons of Korah

Holy art thou, Holy art thou
My praise is like a flame
Like ointment that spills
And in reverence, I prostrate myself at His feet

Holy art thou, Holy art thou
My praise is like a flame
Like ointment that spills
And in reverence, I prostrate myself at His feet

Holy art thou, Holy art thou
My praise is like a flame
Like ointment that spills
And in reverence, I prostrate myself at His feet

Holy art thou, Holy art thou
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord
(Holy, Holy, Holy)

It exists in my heart
The essence of worship