Classic Poem

Our God the ever-blessed One,
The only Potentate,
Is King of kings, and Lord of lords,
In mightiness and state:

Who only, in and of himself,
Hath immortality;
Who dwells in light to which no man
Is able to come nigh.

['Tis far beyond blind mortal eyes
To see his bright abode;
Beyond created minds to glance,
A thought half-way to God.

Infinite leagues beyond the heav'ns
The Eternal reigns alone:
Nor human minds, nor finite wings,
Can mount to the topless throne.]

Th' invisible, whom none has seen,
Nor eyes of flesh can see,
Yet lov'd and much ador'd has been,
And shall for ever be.

To him let us and every tribe
Of saints and angels then,
The highest honour still ascribe,
And endless pow'r. Amen.