Not to a mountain
Not to a temple
Made of wood and stone
Not to the angels
To the saints assembled
To God on His righteous throne
Not just a trembling of my flesh
But in all consuming fire I rest
You will shake the heavens
As You shake the earth
When the fires fall by Your grace I'll stand
I'll join with the angels
As the elders fall
We all cry holy, we all cry holy
We all cry holy, we all cry holy
Not to a system
Not just religion
Empty words and rules
But to true salvation
Holy mediation
The sprinkled blood
Of the one who rules
Not just a trembling of my flesh
But in all consuming fire I rest
