Precious Intercessor of the souls of men Bearing all our sorrows, our prayers and burdens High Priest of redemption, Lamb of sacrifice You were torn asunder that we would have new life Every troubled thought we give Every aching cry we lift Every heavy heartbeat come before Your throne Now in humble confidence Through a better covenant Purified we rest inside Your living Hope King who knows our frailty, God who took our form Our tears You have collected and counted them as Yours We believe and we speak what we know That our hope is an anchor that holds We take refuge in He who has gone before When the darkness and sorrow enfold We rejoice in the triumph He holds We will rise just the same as our Jesus, our Lord Every troubled thought we give Every aching cry we lift Every heavy heartbeat come before Your throne Now in humble confidence Through a better covenant Purified we rest inside Your living Hope