Cleanse my lifted hands

There's a longing in my heart to see your glory.
There's a yearning in my soul to stand in the holy place.
There's a growing need in me to ascend the hill most holy
a burning fire within to see your holy face.

So cleanse my lifted hands
and purify my broken heart
Keep my soul from vanity
don't let me speak deceitfully,
that the King of Glory may enter in.

There's a vision in our spirits to walk in full anointing,
to know Your blessing Lord, Your righteousness within.
There's a call upon our lives to stand in a generation
that would seek your face alone and turn from flesh and sin.