Visão de Isaías

Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy

Isaiah had a great vision
And saw angels singing in Zion
Around his God they sang like this
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy is God
Sang the seraphim

But the angels sang
Holy, holy
They sang
Holy, holy like this
Holy, holy is God
Sang the seraphim

But the angels sang
Holy, holy
They sang
Holy, holy like this
Holy, holy is God
Sang the seraphim

Isaiah was soon filled with fear
And said: Woe is me, I’m perishing
For I saw the Lord
I’m a man of unclean lips
And I dwell among a people of unclean lips
And my eyes have seen the Lord

But the angels sang
Holy, holy
They sang
Holy, holy like this
Holy, holy is God
Sang the seraphim

But the angels sang
Holy, holy
They sang
Holy, holy like this
Holy, holy is God
Sang the seraphim

An angel approached Isaiah
With a coal, he burned his lips
He was purified, and transformed by God
It was then he heard a voice say
Who shall I send? Who will go for us?
He said: Here I am, Lord, send me
He said: Here I am, Lord, send me