Poem

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.

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.

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 Chalmers Smith

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