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