1 Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
  
in light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
  
most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
  
almighty, victorious, thy great name we praise.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
  
thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight;
  
all praise we would render, O help us to see
  
'tis only the splendor of light hideth thee.
                        
Walter C. Smith
                        
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
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