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