Come hear the bells ring three times in a row
Around the corner, there are streaks of gold
Flash those eyes, the only temple I know
You are the church that's a blessing so bold

Holy is your touch that melts all the pain
I pray to the heavens to sing your name
Angels are the choir to cry like the rain
Your lips or your nape, I worship the same

Bow to the altar wherein you are saved
Like the ark Noah made to save all lives
To your mighty temple, these vows I made
I shall cover your neck with all these knives

I praise and worship the church you are in
You're the church in which I want to begin