A   In the same yeare that kinge Oziah dyed, I sawe &rhand; the Lorde syttynge vpon an hygh and glorious seate, ∧ his trayne fylled the t&ebar;ple. And aboute h&ibar; stode the Seraphins, wherof euery one had sixe w&ibar;ges. With twayne eche couered his face, &wt; twayne hys fete, and with twayne dyd he flye, They cried also eche one to ather on thys maner: holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of Hostes. The whole worlde is full of his glory. Yee, þe; geastes and dorechekes moued at his cry&ebar;g, and the house was full of smoke. B   Then I sayde, O wo is me For I am lost in asmoch as I am a man of vncleane lyppes, ∧ dwell am&obar;ge people þt; hath vncleane lyppes also: for myne eyes haue sene the Kynge and Lorde of Hoostes.

Then flewe one of the Seraphins vnto me, hauynge a hote cole in his hande, which he had taken from the aulter with the tonges, and touched my mouth, and sayde, lo: this hath touched thy lyppes, ∧ thyne vnryghteousnes is taken awaye, ∧ thy synne forgeuen. C   Also, I herd the voyce of þe; Lord say&ebar;ge on this maner: Whom shall I send, and who wylbe oure messaunger? Then I sayde: here am I, sende me. And he sayde, go, and tell this people: ^note ye shall heare in dede, but ye shall not vnderstande: ye shall playnely se, and not perceaue. Harden the harte of this people, stoppe theyr eares, &abar;d shut theyr eyes, that they se not with theyr eyes, heare not with theyr eares, and vnderstand not with theyr hertes, and conuerte and be healed.

Then spake I: Lorde, how longe? he answered: vntill the cyties be vtterly wasted without inhabitours, ∧ the houses without men, tyll the lande be also desolate, and lye vnbuylded. For the Lorde shall take þe; men farre awaye, so that the l&abar;de shal lye waste a longe season, yet in yt shall succeade .x. kinges, and the lande shall retorne and be layde waste. And as The terebint tre and oke in winter cast ther leaues, and yet haue ther sappe in them so shall the holy sead c&obar;tynue in theyr substance.

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