Mãos Limpas

Clean hands pure heart
All I want to live in Your house
Judge me and restore me
I will climb the holy mountain
To kiss you and contemplate your glory

Clean hands pure heart
All I want to live in Your house
Judge me and restore me
I will climb the holy mountain
To kiss you and contemplate your glory

I sought Your house
I left my weapons at the doors of the sanctuary
Your blood is the key: Wash me and take me
I wept my sins in the dust
To remain taken by You
Taken to remain

Clean hands pure heart
All I want to live in Your house
Judge me and restore me
I will climb the holy mountain
To kiss you and contemplate your glory

I found Your throne
I abandoned my life on the altar
Your fire consumes me and takes me
Day by day I will prostrate myself
To remain taken by You
Taken to remain

Clean hands pure heart
All I want to live in Your house
Judge me and restore me
I will climb the holy mountain
To kiss you and contemplate your glory