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