Purify my lips with fire,
hot as Isaiah’s coal, that I, too,
may testify. Open my mouth.
When offerings of oil and flour,
are brought before the Lord,
may I also smell the sweet savor.
When evil, terrible as ancient Syria,
combines to destroy righteousness,
fill the mountain with horses
and chariots that I can see.
When earth quakes
and whirlwinds tumult the sky,
let me hear the still small voice
whisper again, Jesus is the Christ.
[O]ne of the seraphims . . . having a live coal in his hand
. . . laid it upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged. (Isa. 6:6-7 see also Lev.2:1, 2 Kgs. 6:17, and 1 Kgs. 19:11-12)