Who is like unto the Lord our GodWho dwelleth on high, Who dwelleth on highWho is like unto the Lord our GodWho dwelleth on high, Who dwelleth on highYou dwell in gloryThe heavens are Your homeYou began the storyAnd made Your beauty knownBut You created nothingThat gives me more pleasure than YouAnd You won’t give me somethingThat gives me more pleasure than YouYou hung the planetsIn Your image You made manI’m overcome and brokenAt the wonders of Your hand