Your throne, oh Lord Humbled as we draw near Pleading for grace and mercy My hands, Oh Lord Unclean as they may be Open to You with all we have We bring the prayers of the people The prayers of the land To the Holy of Holies As smoke from the fire Our praises raise higher To the Holy of Holies And You will hear us Your throne, oh Lord You lay to rest all fear Offering grace and mercy in Jesus My hands made clean Strengthened to intercede So the beloved may know Your name We bring the prayers of the people The prayers of the land To Holy of Holies As smoke from the fire Our praises raise higher To the Holy of Holies The sacred wall between us You've torn like grieving garments The power of Your presence Is carried on the wind You wash over Your people A tidal wave of closeness In a whisper We bring the prayers of the people The prayers of the land To Holy of Holies As smoke from the fire Our praises raise higher To the Holy of Holies To the Holy of Holies To the Holy of Holies