Finding Favour - We cant stand

We c^C/Amome into your p^C/Fresence just to s^Ctand. We f^C/Amind ourselves in this ^C/Fplace once ag^Cain. Face d^Dmown. On^Am the floor. An^Gd we can’t breat^Dmhe a word. Our h^C/Fearts beat to the ^C/Amsound of your ^Gsong.

^FWe can’t stand here a^Cnd not lif^Gt our hands. How coul^Fd the musi^Cc of your ^Glove not make us dance? ^AmFrom the inside,^G/B no we ca^Fn’t hide on the outsid^Ame anymore. When y^C/Four greatness and ^C/Amyour glory c^Gome in, we can’t stand.

We c^C/Amome into the p^C/Fresence of our K^Cing. ^C/AmShame in the nothing^C/Fness that we b^Cring. Face d^Dmown. On^Am the floor. An^Gd we can’t breat^Dmhe a word. Our ^C/Fhearts beat to the s^C/Amound of your son^Gg.

We sing h^Foly, hol^Cy, holy^G are you King. We bow d^Fown ^Cas your offer^Ging.