Hide Me Lord

As I stand before the crowds
Their minds I love to read
Have they come to hear the voice of the Father
Or are they here just to see me?
Do they understand my motives
And the reason that I sing?
Do they only see what looks like fame and fortune
Or do they hear the message You bring?

Hide me, Lord, in the presence of Your glory
As I sing to make You known
Present to them Your nail-scarred story
And when they've heard, increase the Word
And let my voice become Your own

Never let me lose this vision
Or the reason that I came
For You're the one who should receive all praise and honor
I'm just here to glorify Your name
Let my voice shatter the darkness
With gleams of light, reflect through me
The awesome price You paid to break our chains of bondage
Let this gift be all they see

And hide me, Lord, in the presence of Your glory
As I sing to make You known
Present to them Your nail-scarred story
And when they've heard, increase the Word
And let my voice become Your own

Present to them Your nail-scarred story
And when they've heard, increase the Word
And let my voice become Your own