Not to a mountain
Not to a temple
Made of wood and stone


Not to the angels
To the saints $$#embled

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