Scripture Verse

I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us? Then said I, Here am I; send me. Isaiah 6:8


Philip Doddridge

Words: Phi­lip Dodd­ridge (1702–1751). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Found­ed on Va­ri­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­tures, by Job Or­ton (Shrop­shire, Eng­land: Jo­shua Ed­dowes & John Cot­ton, 1755), num­ber 82: Isai­ah’s obe­die­nce to the heav­en­ly vi­sion.

Music: Lou­van Vir­gil C. Tay­lor, Cho­ral An­thems (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: 1850) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Tay­lor (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Seraph Touches Coal to Isaiah’s Lips


Our God as­cends His lof­ty throne,
Arrayed in ma­jes­ty un­known;
His lus­ter all the tem­ple fills,
And spreads ov­er all th’ethe­re­al hills.

The ho­ly, ho­ly, ho­ly Lord,
By all the se­ra­phim adored,
And, while they stand be­neath His seat,
They veil their fac­es, and their feet.

And can a sin­ful worm en­dure
The pre­sence of a God so pure?
Or these pol­lut­ed lips pro­claim
The hon­ors of so grand a name?

O for Thine al­tar’s glow­ing coal,
To touch my lips, to fire my soul,
To purge the sor­did dross away,
And in­to crys­tal turn my clay.

Then if a mes­sen­ger Thou ask,
A la­bor­er for the hard­est task,
Thro’ all my weak­ness, and my fear,
Love shall re­ply, Thy ser­vant’s here.

Nor should my will­ing soul com­plain,
Tho’ all its ef­forts seemed in vain;
It am­ple re­com­pense shall be,
But to have wrought, my God, for Thee.