I am not much of a singer. I find it difficult to stay in tune. But when I stand next to someone with a fine voice I find it much easier. The voice I hear in my ear helps to keep my voice on line and I like to think of my voice merging with that voice so that the faltering poverty of mine is purified and beautified by the richness of the other. This is a crude and very inadequate reflection of what happens when we worship. The integrity of the worship which comes from our lips and our hearts is retained it remains our worship but it is retuned by the greater integrity of the worship of Christ. The Spirit lifts our prayer and praise into the sphere of Christ’s worship to be purified and perfected by his prayer and praise and then presented by Christ to the Father in its new and redeemed form. Our worship is with Christ our brother, in Christ our priest but always through Christ our sacrifice, whose death once for us is the means of our cleansing, renewing and perfecting.
—Christopher Cocksworth, Holy, Holy, Holy: Worshipping the Trinitarian God, 161-162