At the foot of the mountain, thunder rolled.
Your voice like fire, calling our souls.
You gave us your word, engraved in stone.
A covenant of love we call our own.
Mount Sinai was completely in smoke, because Yahuwah descended upon it in fire.
Fire on the mountain, fire in my heart.
Your Torah written deep inside, never to depart.
Ruach from heaven, spirit of truth.
Fill me again, renew me in you.
Fifty days from the lamb that was slain, you poured out your spirit like mighty
rain.
Tongues of fire, hearts set free.
Your word and your spirit dwell in me.
Fire on the mountain, fire in my heart.
Your Torah written deep inside, never to depart.
Ruach from heaven, spirit of truth.
Fill me again, renew me in you.
Then there appeared to them tongues, as of fire, and they were all filled with
the Ruach HaKodesh.
From Sinai to Zion, you call us still.
To love and obey, to walk in your will.
Not by might nor by power, but by your spirit in this hour.
Not by might nor by power, but by my spirit, says Yah of hosts.
Fire on the mountain, fire in my heart.
Your word is alive, it tears me apart.
And puts me back together, holy and pure.
I lift up my hands and surrender to you.