Immortal, invisible, God only wise
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes
Most blessèd, 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.