Holy face of God
Hidden still from me
Blinding every eye
Trying you to see

Holy flowing robe
Glowing perfect white
Drawn upon the floor
Covering the sight

Holy throne of gold
No mere man could reach
Vast and soaring height
Of that precious seat

Holy place of stone
Court of endless space
Cherubim above
Wings before His face

Holy song of heav'n
Sung by every saint
Rings throughout that hall
Echoing 'till faint

Holy incense burns
Gentle, soft and fair
Fragrances so pure
Colouring the air

Holy mouth of fire
Opens like a bloom
Glowing brightest flame
All consuming fume

Holy ash falls down
Blanketing us all
Statues grey and still
In rows wall to wall

Holy hand lifts up
Rushing air flows down
Every form released
Throws a blessed crown

Holy thousand years
Lead to thousands more
Flat upon our chests
Never-ending score

Holy