Precious Intercessor of the souls of men
Bearing all our sorrows, our prayers and burdens
High Priest of redemption, Lamb of sacrifice
You were torn asunder that we would have new life
Every troubled thought we give
Every aching cry we lift
Every heavy heartbeat come before Your throne
Now in humble confidence
Through a better covenant
Purified we rest inside Your living Hope
King who knows our frailty, God who took our form
Our tears You have collected and counted them as Yours
We believe and we speak what we know
That our hope is an anchor that holds
We take refuge in He who has gone before
When the darkness and sorrow enfold
We rejoice in the triumph He holds
We will rise just the same as our Jesus, our Lord
Every troubled thought we give
Every aching cry we lift
Every heavy heartbeat come before Your throne
Now in humble confidence
Through a better covenant
Purified we rest inside Your living Hope