In the year the king Uzziah died
I saw the Lord enthroned on high
His robe filled the temple wide
Seraphim with voices cried:
Holy, holy, holy Lord of hosts, the earth is full of your glory
Holy, holy, holy Lord of hosts, the earth is full of your glory
Wings covered their face and feet
With twain they flew a sight so sweet
The temple shook, the smoke did rise
"Woe is me, for I am undone!" I cried
Holy, holy, holy Lord of hosts, the earth is full of your glory
Holy, holy, holy Lord of hosts, the earth is full of your glory
Jesus Messiah, cleanse me with fire
The Lord of nations, send me, o Sire
Holy, holy, holy Lord of hosts, the earth is full of your glory
Send me with passion, send with desire
Send me to nations, send me with fire!
Send me with passion, send with desire
Send me to nations, send me with fire!