Give me eyes to see your glory

Standing in your presence purified

Holiness reflected from your face

In your presence I would abide.

Bright and clean, untarnished

New and fresh we are transformed

The closer that we dare to come

The more we are reformed

For the absence of sin in the hearts of men

Is not how we are sanctified

But the presence of His holy love

In the rising of the crucified

When in the vine we abide.

Heal our crippled hearts with your compassion

Touch our sightless eyes so we can see

Lift us up wto walk though we are wounded

Raise us from the dead and set us free!

So when you raise me I will fall down

Praising you s Holy Lord of All

When you set us free, we shall serve you

Humbly attend to your beck and call

Where oh Lord will we go if not to you

For you have the words of life that are true

Our desire to worship you fully satisfy

The rocks and hills cry out with us who testify!

Heal our crippled hearts with your compassion

Touch our sightless eyes so we can see

Lift us up wto walk though we are wounded

Raise us from the dead and set us free!

So when you raise me I will fall down

Praising you s Holy Lord of All

When you set us free, we shall serve you

Humbly attend to your beck and call

Anthony Foster

August 1, 1999

Copyright 1999 Anthony Foster