Not to a mountain Not to a temple Made of wood and stone
Not to the angels To the saints assembled To God on His righteous throne
Not just a trembling of my flesh But in all consuming fire I rest
You will shake the heavens As You shake the earth When the fires fall by Your grace I'll stand I'll join with the angels As the elders fall We all cry holy, we all cry holy We all cry holy, we all cry holy
Not to a system Not just religion Empty words and rules
But to true salvation Holy mediation The sprinkled blood Of the one who rules
Not just a trembling of my flesh But in all consuming fire I rest
