Isaiah Six

I see, I see, I see the Glory of
In the year Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated high
And his presence filled the sky, the temple shook and I cried
Not before my eyes, the Glory of the King
My lips are unclean, and so I scream:
Woe to me, I am undone
Woe to me, my sin revealed
Woe to me, fallen on my face
Woe to me, and my eyes have seen the King
Holy, Holy, Holy, the Glory of
A burning coal to purify, to my lips seraphim they fly
Behold the cleansing fire, shout to me celestial choir:
«Your guilt is taken away, your sins atoned for»
Exclaims the voice of the Lord
«Who shall we send, who will go for us?»
Here am I, no longer afraid
Here am I, my lips are cleansed
Here am I, I am made whole
Here am I, so send me
Now before my eyes, the Glory of the King
My lips are made clean, and so I sing
Joy to me, I have been set free
Joy to me, I the foulest
Joy to me, found without blame
Joy to me, and my eyes have seen the King