THE ALTAR OF WORSHIP

AS I COME, I CAN SEE O GOD, I CAN SEE YOUR GATE

I SEE THE ALTAR TO LAY DOWN ALL THAT YOU HATE

IT IS AT THIS BRONZE ALTAR I   COME TO PRAY

AND TO HEAR ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY

MY EYES LOOK UPON IT WITH HOLY FEAR

I LOOK AND SEE, AND LONG TO DRAW NEAR

THE LORD SAID, I TOO LONG FOR YOU TO COME AND SEE

BUT I WILL NOT TAKE PARTS OF YOU ONE, TWO OR THREE,

I WANT YOUR WHOLE LIFE CONSECRATED IT MUST BE

I TRIED TO MAKE MY WAY PAST THIS BRONZE ALTAR

TO ONLY FIND THAT IN MY STRUGGLE FALTER

BECAUSE IN MY HEART WAS A SECRET BOX

IT COULD NOT BE OPENED WITH A

LAMB, A GOAT OR AN OX,

YOU SEE TO PASS THIS PLACE A PRICE HAD TO BE PAID

JUST AS CHRIST HIS PRECIOUS LIFE HE GAVE

I TOO HAVE A LIFE WHICH HAS TO BE LAID

SO NO MATTER WHAT OTHERS MIGHT SAY

MY LIFE IS BUT A LUMP OF CLAY

I WOULD RATHER BE PLACED IN THE POTTERS HAND

THEN LET ALL MY EFFORTS SINK IN THE SAND

I HAVE MADE MY DECISION, I HAVE MADE UP MY MIND

A BETTER PATH I AM NOT ABLE TO FIND

I GIVE YOU IT ALL NONE OF IT I DEEM LOST

AS I RELEASE IT I WILL NOT COUNT IT A COST

FOR ME TO LIVE IS CHRIST AND TO DIE IS GAIN

IT COULD NOT BE POSSIBLE LEST CHRIST SUFFERED IN PAIN

I WILL LAY IT ALL DOWN FOR YOU, EVERY LAST THING

I WILL DO IT IN WORSHIP AND WITH A PRAISE I WILL SING.

BY HEATHER GREEN

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