Vinho Novo

Egypt, I've left you far behind
The old no longer fits, it's true
Looking towards the pure white
I press on

With my face unveiled
I behold your splendor bright
Visibly, I gaze into your eyes
The new calls me near

And all my haste just fades away
I trust the one who gave his word
That your spirit would pour out here

Spirit come, oh spirit come
Pour in your wine, so new
We are your vessels, shaped anew
Restored

Spirit come, oh spirit come
Reveal your beauty, ever more
From glory unto glory, we are
Transformed

If you permit it, lord
Wherever you may lead, I'll go

I walk towards the glory's gleam
Not mine, but that which is to be
Crying: Come!
Crying: Come!
Crying: Come and make all things new!
Crying: Come and make all things new!