The Lord our God is holy, I know—
And only the pure in heart may go
Into His presence and see face to face
The sovereign in His lofty place—
Above the clouds, beyond every star;
The touch of His hand yet, never so far:
But with each breath, His Spirit within
Cleansing the soul from dark’ning sin;
Lifting my spirit to bathe in the bright
And wondrous discerning—His marvelous light:
So that I may now, this moment in time
Perceive the eternal, the righteous sublime
That I may be granted such expectation—
To kneel at His throne in adoration,
In humblest of worship and thankful praise—
For mercy I’m brought to the ancient of days:
Made worthy to come by the blood He shed
—the pow’r of His victory in my stead;
Made clean, made pure, within His sight—
Restored in soul by His grace and might;
Refresh’d from the wearying paths I’d trod
—to Christ be the glory—
That I might touch the heart of God!