Isaiah Six - Seventh Star

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