Immortal, invisible, God only wise In light, inaccessible, hid from our eyes Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient Of Days Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise
Unresting, unhasting and silent as light Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might Thy justice like mountains, high soaring above Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love
To all life Thou givest, to both great and small In all life Thou livest, the true life of all We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree And wither and perish but naught changeth Thee
Great Father of glory, pure Father of light Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight All praise we would render, o help us to see 'Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee
