In the attic my sanctuary

under the mercy seat

enchanted voices blossom

I hear you calling me, through the gates of praise

                             Into the holies of holies

                             I’ll find me,here I stand,

                             I belong with you,

                             No more excuse,I laid it down

So here I stand under the mercy seat,

you are my only guide ,my inner source

you in me and I in you