I see the King of Kings exalted high upon His throne
The hosts of angels worship Him; around Him they hath flown
Amidst this glorious splendour–Oh, how minuscule I am!
The angels shout with power, “Holy, worthy is the Lamb!”
Their voices thunder; Woe is me! Undone am I–unclean!
For Yehovah, the Lord of angel hosts mine eyes hath seen.
Oh, what a light of radiance exuding from His face!
How excellent art all His ways; how perfect is His grace
Thus saith He, “Whom shall I send, and who for Us wilt go?”
I know He speaketh to my heart; to me He biddeth so
Still knowing not His mission, yet enraptured by His call
I raise to Him my trembling hands, before His throne I fall
My fears He casteth out by love, despite whate’er shall be
Thus without doubt, I boldly shout, “Lord, here am I, send me!”
Based on Isaiah 6