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.