Tua Graça Me Basta (part. Simaria)

I don't need to be recognized by anyone
My glory is to make them know you
And let me decrease
So that you may increase, Lord
More and more

And how will it be when the end covers the face before you
I hide my face so they can see your face in me
And I here
And let me decrease
So that you may increase, Lord
More and more

From the holy of holies
The smoke hides me
Only your eyes see me
Under your wings
Is my shelter
My secret place
Only your grace is enough for me
And your presence is my pleasure

(I believe, Hallelujah)

I don't need to be recognized by anyone
My glory is to make them know you
And let me decrease
So that you may increase, Lord
More and more
And how will it be when the end covers the face before you
I hide my face so they can see your face in me
And I here
And let me decrease
So that you may increase, Lord
More and more

From the holy of holies
The smoke hides me
Only your eyes see me
Under your wings
Is my shelter
My secret place
Only your grace is enough for me
And your presence is my pleasure

From the holy of holies
The smoke hides me
Only your eyes see me under your wings
Is my shelter
My secret place
Only your grace is enough for me
And your presence is my pleasure

From the holy of holies
The smoke hides me
Only your eyes see me
Under your wings
Is my shelter
My secret place
Only your grace is enough for me
And your presence is my pleasure

Your presence
Your presence is my pleasure
Your presence
Your presence is my pleasure
Your presence
Your presence is my pleasure
Your presence
Your presence is my pleasure

Your presence
Your presence is my pleasure
Your presence
Your presence is my pleasure
Your presence
Your presence is my pleasure
Lord!

From the holy of holies
The smoke hides me
Only your eyes see me
Under your wings
Is my shelter
My secret place
Only your grace is enough for me
And your presence is my pleasure

Only your grace is enough for me
And your presence is my pleasure
Only your grace is enough for me
And your presence is my pleasure