Whoah, whoah, whoa, whoah,
We are Your church
And we will rise with a roar
Because of You we're not afraid anymore
We are the sound of heaven
Your Throne of praise
On the earth, on the earth
We are Your church
And we will rise with a roar
Because of You we're not afraid anymore
We are the sound of heaven
Your Throne of praise
On the earth, on the earth
We will praise You with a Burning hart
We will praise You with everything we are
We will praise You,
Roaring like a lion we will rise
As we lift You higher.
Whoa, whoa, whoa
We are a chosen people
Bought by Your blood
No longer slaves,
You call us daughter and sons
We are the sound of heaven
Your throne of praise
On the earth, on the earth
We will praise You with a Burning hart
We will praise You with everything we are
We will praise You,
Roaring like a lion we will rise
As we lift You higher.
Let the flame burn
Let the flame burn brighter
As we lift You higher
Let the flame burn
Let the flame burn brighter
As we lift You higher
Let the flame burn
Let the flame burn brighter
As we lift You higher
Let the flame burn
Let the flame burn brighter
As we lift You higher.
Let the flame burn
Let the flame burn brighter
As we lift You higher.
Let the flame burn
Let the flame burn brighter
As we lift You higher.
We will praise You with a Burning hart
We will praise You with everything we are
We will praise You,
Roaring like a lion we will rise
We will praise You with a Burning hart
We will praise You with everything we are
We will praise You,
Roaring like a lion we will rise
As we lift You higher.
Whoa, whoa, whoa
As we lift You higher.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We are Your church
And we will rise with a roar