Take me past the outer court And through the Holy Place, Past the brazen altar, Lord, I want to see Your face. Pass me by the crowds of people, And the priests who sing their praise; Lord I hunger and thirst for Your righteousness, And it's only found one place. Take me into the Holy of holies, Take me in by the blood of the Lamb; Take me into the Holy of holies, Take the coal, cleanse my lips, here I am. Take the coal, cleanse my lips, here I am.Chihowa na̱ pi̱ hullo ka Напои меня живою водой Dziś w Betlejemie fy rḥlẗ ạlḥyạẗ انا عارف إنك بتحبنى Радуйтесь ныне Мы - семья, мы - одна семья ạlmsyḥ qạm Comunichiamo Senin Gibi Yok
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