Take me past the outer courts
Into the holy place
Past the praise and alter
Lord I long to see your face
Take me past the crowds of people
And the priest who sing their praise
I hunger and thirst for your righteousness
But has only found one place

So take me in to the Holy of Holies
Take me in by the blood of the lamb
So take me in to the Holy of Holies
Take the cloth cleanse my lips hear I am

Take me past the outer courts
Into the holy place
Past the praise and alter
Lord I long to see your face
Take me past the crowds of people
And the priest who sing their praise
I hunger and thirst for your righteousness
But has only found one place

So take me in to the Holy of Holies
Take me in by the blood of the lamb
So take me in to the Holy of Holies
Take the cloth cleanse my lips hear I am