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!
Walter Chalmers Smith
http://www.idisciple.net
