Temples of Grace

Temples of Grace

 

We freely lift our praise

Oh Glory of heaven descend to the earth!

We become temples of grace

As for your sake we declare your true worth

 

Light of the world set our hearts afire

Shine brighter than gold as our one great desire!

 

Lord your presence is our treasure

Pour out yourself without measure in this place

You make us instruments of your pleasure

As you abide in your temples of grace.

 

For your glory, for our good

His purpose in us is understood

Wonderful are your works oh Lord

And we know it very well.

So we will go and we will tell...

 

Lord your presence is our treasure

Pour out yourself without measure in this place

You make us instruments of your pleasure

As you abide in your temples of grace.

 

Anthony Foster

July 2, 2006.