Billowing smoke arising from a sacrifice
Glowing sparks fleeing upward soon grow dim
Did this offering reach You up in heaven
To briefly appease the debt of sin?
An altar of acacia wood for incense
Overlay the top and sides with purest gold
A fragrant incense on the altar every morning
Again at twilight for generations told
May my prayer be set before you like the incense
May my hands be lifted up in sacrifice
May I, like the magi, bow and worship You
And present You with treasures of great price
Has this offering cost me nothing?
Have I said, “Here I am”?
Is my desire to do Your will, oh God?
Is Your Law written within my heart?
Do my lips confess Your Name?
Is my sacrifice acceptable to You?
Burnt offerings You no longer require of man
The altars of gold are broken down
But in heaven may my prayer join those of all the saints
And be offered up by angels at Your throne
At Your throne (key change)
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(chords and melody available)
by Arrow © 1992