As in the days of old 
 The glory fills the temple of the Lord 

 We are your temple 
 We are your temple 

 The burning deep inside of my heart 
 These lips adorned with praise 
 My hands raised in worship lost 
 In the wonder of your ways  [bad word] now and take your place Lord 
 Bring forth new winds of change 
 Set our lives ablaze with fire 
 Bring down your heavenly rain 

 We are your temple 

 Burn away the darkness of sin 
 Fill these hands with seeds of [bad word] 
 Show the path and I will follow 
 Let your spirit lead me through 

 This hunger taking over my life 
 This thirst for heavenly ways 
 These eyes are filled with visions 
 This heart your dwelling place  [bad word] reign here Holy Spirit 
 Bring forth a storm of change 
 Set our tongues ablaze with fire 
 Bring down Your heavenly glory 
 Glory 

 You made these hands 
 Now take these hands 
 Lord fill these hands 
 Lord fill these hands with seeds of [bad word] 

 Bring your fire down! 
 Glory 
 Fire 
 Power 
 Shekinah