| Immortal, invisible, God only wise
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| In light inaccessible hid from our eyes
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| Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days
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| Almighty, victorious, Thy great Name we praise
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| Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light
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| Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
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| Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above
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| Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love
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| To all, life Thou givest, to both great and small;
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| In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
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| We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree
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| And wither and perish—but naught changeth Thee
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| Great Father of glory, pure Father of light
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| Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
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| All praise we would render; |
| O help us to see
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| 'Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee |