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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] from You Lord to both great and small
 In all life you live Lord, the [bad word] 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