While he listened to the song of the angels, as they cried, “Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory,” the glory, the infinite power, and the unsurpassed majesty of the Lord passed before his vision, and was impressed upon his soul. In the light of this matchless radiance that made manifest all he could bear in the revelation of the divine character, his own inward defilement stood out before him with startling clearness. His very words seemed vile to him.{4BC 1140.1}

Medens han lyttede til englene sang, og de råbte, ”Hellig, hellig, hellig, er herskares Herre, hele jorden er fuld af hans herlighed,” gik Herrens uendelige magt, og uovertrufne majestæt forbi mig i hans syn, og fik det indprentet i hans sjæl. I lyset af denne uforlignelige udstråling som gjorde alt tydeligt som han kunne bære i åbenbaringen af den guddommelige karakter, stod hans indre smudsighed frem for ham, med en slående klarhed. Alle hans ord virkede skammelige for ham.