In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great Name we praise.
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above
Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love.
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the ,
And wither and perish– but naught changeth Thee.
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
All laud we would render; O help us to see
‘Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee.