Immortal, invisible God only wise In light inaccessible hid from our eyes Most holy, most glorious the ancient of days Almighty, victorious Your great name we praise
Unresting, unhasting and silent as light Not wanting or wasting You rule us in might Your justice like mountains high soaring above Your clouds which are fountains Of goodness and love
Most Holy, Most glorious The Ancient of Days Almighty, victorious Your great name we praise
All life comes from You Lord to both great and small In all life you live Lord, the true life of all We blossom and flourish, but quickly grow frail We wither and perish, but You never fail
Great Father of glory, pure Father of light Your angels adore you all veiling their sight All praise we will render oh Father of grace Till one day in splendor we see face to face