Powerful, immortal, hidden from our eyes,
God Thou art and Father, Son of life and love,
Christ anointed with the Spirit all above.
He who is and was and still is yet to come!
Cent’ring in the Son—His place all things to fill;
Far beyond all telling—His place, too, to die,
That Thou may redeem and make all new thereby.
Angels ’round Him bending, casting down their crowns!
Lo the scroll is taken in His piercéd hands—
And the gospel horse runs swiftly through the lands!
Minister of heaven, man with God to bless,
Jesus ever lives to pray for all His own,
Till beneath their feet His ev’ry foe is thrown!
To the earth from heaven, queen unto her King,
He now sends His seven searching, burning eyes,
His economy to fully realize!
In our God and Father through our Lord the Son,
Ever shall the Spirit, through the ages long,
Teach our hearts to sing again a blessed new song!