Take me past the outer courts Into the holy place Past the brazen altar Lord,
I want to see your face Pass me by the crowds of people The priests who sing your
praise A hunger and thirst for your righteousness But it's only found one
place Take me in to the holy of holies Take me in by the blood of the lamb Take
me in to the holy of holies Take the cold, touch my lips, here I am Take me past the
outer courts Into the holy place Past the brazen altar Lord, I want to see your face
Pass me by the crowds of people The priests who sing your praise A hunger and
thirst for your righteousness And it's only found one place Take me in to the
holy of holies Take me in by the blood of the lamb Take me in to the holy of holies
Take the cold, touch my lips, here I am