Who is like unto the Lord our God

Who dwelleth on high, Who dwelleth on high

Who is like unto the Lord our God

Who dwelleth on high, Who dwelleth on high



You dwell in glory

The heavens are Your home

You began the story

And made Your beauty known



But You created nothing

That gives me more pleasure than You

And You won't give me something

That gives me more pleasure than You



You hung the planets

In Your image You made man

I'm overcome and broken

At the wonders of Your hand