Receive Our Praise

With eyes cast down, and hearts bowed low.
We ask you now our sins to cleanse.
We recognize the debt you paid,
Our shame and guilt on you was laid.

Now let us come before Your throne.
With boldness as we see our need.
Not looking at our filthy rags,
But at the Cross where grace did bleed.

No more the blood of bulls and goats.
No more a tent, or house of stone.
For we've become the house you've sought.
A heart of flesh, Your perfect home.


We lift our hands, we lift our voice.
With grateful hearts we seek Your face.
This is our prayer, we ask you now,
Receive our humble praise!

Written by: Brother Anthony Wilkinson