GLORY

The Holy One of Israel
Is seated on the throne;
All glory, glory to His name
For glory is His own.
The triumph of the Holy One
Who died and lives again!
The worthy, worthy Lamb of God
Who was for all men slain.

I cannot look upon the glory
Nor stand on Holy ground;
But in the heaven above God's throne
I cry the Holy sound.
For as I fly in heaven's midst
Crying 'GLORY UNTO HIM!'
I shield my face, my feet as well
For my name is, 'Seraphim'

Isaiah 6:1-3

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