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