The angels, dazzled at the sight,

With wings their faces veil’d.

Around the throne, in burning row,

The six-winged seraphs stood;

While millions, flying to and fro,

Tun’d all their harps to God.

Thrice holy, holy, Lord, they cry,

The God of Sabaoth’s Thou;

Thy glory fills the worlds on high,

And fills the world below.