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.
G
Im
C
mortal,
A
in
D
visible,
G
God on
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ly
G
wise,
In
C
light in
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ac
D
cessi
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ble
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hid from
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our
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eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of
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Days,
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Al
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mighty,
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vic
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torious,
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Thy
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great name
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we
G
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.
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.
G C
Unresting,
A D
unhasting, and
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silent
D7
as
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light,
Nor
C
wanting,
A
nor
D
wasting,
Em
Thou
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rulest
D7
in
G
might;
Thy justice like mountains high soaring
D
above
Em
Thy
C
clouds which
A
are
D
fountains
Em
of
C
goodness
D7
and
G
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 nought changeth Thee.
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 nought changeth Thee.
G
To
C
all life
A
Thou
D
givest, to
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both great
D7
and
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small;
In
C
all life
A
Thou
D
livest,
Em
the
C
true life
D7
of
G
all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the
D
tree,
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And
C
wither
A
and
D
perish,
Em
but
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nought
D7
changeth
G
Thee.
4
Great Father of Glory, pure Father of Light Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight; All laud we would render, O help us to see: ’Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee.
Great Father of Glory, pure Father of Light
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
All laud we would render, O help us to see:
’Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee.
G
Great
C
Father
A
of
D
Glory, pure
G
Father
D7
of
G
Light
Thine
C
angels
A D
adore Thee,
Em
all
C
veiling
D7
their
G
sight;
All laud we would render, O help us to
D
see:
Em
’Tis
C
only
A
the
D
splendor
Em
of
C
light
D7
hideth
G
Thee.
5
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.
Simple examination of this wonderful old hymn will reveal that almost THIRTY attributes of God are specifically mentioned or alluded to in only Four short verses! By contrast, the pronouns "I", "ME, and "MY" do not appear at all in this hymn. Hymns, by definition, are songs of praise, and this song of praise is consumed with extolling the great God of all.
"There is a lot of good Christian music being produced and sung these days. And, there is a lot, maybe even more that is passed off as "Christian". I wonder what might happen if we took more time to prayerfully, honestly examine the songs we sing. Do they focus on "I", "ME, and "MY"? Or do they focus on HIM? Do they lead us into the depths and the richness and to the fullness of our Great God and to the glory of His Son, The Christ, our LORD and Savior ?
If our worship music appears to focus on Him. Is that "worship", a deeply emotional experience, one that is induced in us by beautiful music, by words sung over and over like a hypnotic mantra?
Or does our worship well up and spring forth from our hearts because we know from experience, the truth of Scripture, because His Holy Spirit has guided us in the light of His word into an intimate relationship with HIM, because HE has shed His light and His love abroad in our hearts until we no longer cry out merely for closeness, but our mouths can not be stopped, because our hearts overflow with expression after expression that declare HIS EXCELLENT GREATNESS?
I was fortunate that my parents sent me many years ago to The Episcopal Academy near Philadelphia. We had chapel every day of the school year and this hymn was often sung.
I recently had a conversation with a friend about our mortality and I immediately thought of the words:
My heart, there is a lesson sweetly taught to thee in the ceaseless song of Zion’s temple, thou too art a constant debtor, and see thou to it that thy gratitude, like charity, never faileth. God’s praise is constant in heaven, which is to be thy final dwelling-place, learn thou to practise the eternal hallelujah.
Was exhorted by that blessed saint Charles Spurgeon in his evening devotional to end the day with worshipful music and this hymn came to mind. We have a great and wonderful God!