In His presence
In the cool of the night,
My soul takes flight;
Wrapped in the presence of His Holy arms;
I’m engulfed by His purifying light,
I lose myself in awe of His delight;
Then I become known to myself,
Even as I am known.
In His presence
In the cool of the night,
My soul takes flight;
Wrapped in the presence of His Holy arms;
I’m engulfed by His purifying light,
I lose myself in awe of His delight;
Then I become known to myself,
Even as I am known.