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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 to 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 as 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 to 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 as 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