Lift up your hands O ye gates
Be lifted up ancient doors
People of God open your hearts
Bow

 you as you really are

Brighter than all the stars of heaven
Our worship is for you alone
We build

When I feel the cold of winter 
In this cloak of sadness - I need You 
Oh the evil things that

 highest
The child of a carpenter

The very Son of God you are 
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus of Nazareth

The wonder of your cross shall be our meditation
To gather in that shadow when the sun went down

Put on the garments of praise
For the spirit of heaviness
Let the oil of gladness flow down
From

 I must go through the valley 
To stand upon the mountain of God 

As I travel on the road 
That

I can see your loveliness
I can see your love for me
As I look upon your face
My child of grace

 know you more

Sing your song to me
Oh, there's no greater thing
Than to listen to the sound of

Praise to the Father of our Lord, Jesus Christ
Our God and our King, to Him we will sing
In His

 of his wings. 
I have walked through the valleys, 
The mountains and plains. 
I have held the hand