As to Isaiah in the days of old,
Whom Thou didst deign Thy glory let behold
So now to us Thou dost Thyself reveal
In this blessed Sacrament we e’er revere!
“O Holy, Holy, Holy Lord of Hosts”
Cries out before Thee all the angel host
With veilèd faces and with downcast eye
From age to age they sing to Thee, Most High!
So like Isaiah we before Thee fall
In adoration, trembling, fear and awe;
Thy burning love and glory, Lord All-Blessed,
Causeth us with Isaiah to confess:
“Woe unto me! For now I am undone;
I am a man of unclean lips and tongue!
Amidst a people like myself I dwell,
Yet have I seen the God of Israel!”
Unto Isaiah in the days of old
Fleweth the seraph with the blazing coal:
“Lo! This hath touched thy lips and cleansed thy sin;
The gracious Lord all thy guilt doth forgive!”
So, Lord, Thy Body and Thy Precious Blood,
The blazing coal of Thy consuming love,
Like to Isaiah now hath touched our lips;
Lord in Thy mercy burn away our sins!
Lord, burn off our rust and deformity!
Make now our hearts be conformed unto Thee!
Through this blessed Sacrament, O gracious Lord,
Remake us in Thine Image evermore!
Words: Noah Townsend, Copyright 2012. Based on Isaiah 6
Tune: “Toulon” Genevan Psalter, 1551.