Lydia Stanley You Are Holy
I saw the Lord, seated on The Throne
And He's clothed in Glory, and exalted high
And the train of His robe, it filled the temple
ANd the Angels circled 'round Him and cried
You are Holy, Oh so Holy
You are Holy, Lord of All
But woe is me, for I am unclean
But my eyes have seen the Holy king
And He cleansed my lips with a burning fire
And the pillars shook and the angels cried
Singing, You are Holy, Oh so Holy
You are Holy, Lord of All