Praise awaits You up on Mt. Zion

To You who hears prayers all men will come

Overwhelmed by sins then you forgave

Buried transgressions in a grave



Blessed are the ones You choose to bring near You and live

In Your courts and in Your temple be

Morning dawns and evening fades

You call forth songs of joy

Ends of earth and to the farthest sea



No one can compare with You our Lord

Every lost dream You restore



We can't get enough of You

We're full of answered prayer

Taking refuge in Your shadow's wings



Dressed in Holy majesty

From the womb of dawn

Finer than the finest of our kings