9 I beheld till thrones were set, and the Ancient of days did sit: his raiment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was flames of fire, [and] its wheels burning fire. 10 A stream of fire issued and came forth from before him; thousand thousands ministered unto him, and ten thousand times ten thousand stood before him: the judgment was set, and the books were opened.
Holy and True amidst departure sore,
Thy faithful word reviewing all our ways,
Thy feet like brass, Thy voice like waters deep,
Our hearts laid bare before Thy searching gaze.