1 Thou art, O God! a Spirit pure,
Invisible to mortal eyes;
The immortal, and the eternal King,
The great, the good, the only wise.
2 Whilst nature changes, and her works
Corrupt, decay, dissolve, and die,
Thy essence pure no change shall see,
Secure of immortality.
3 Thou great Invisible! what hand
Can draw thy image spotless fair?
To what in heaven, to what on earth,
Can men the immortal King compare?
4 Let stupid heathens frame their gods
Of gold and silver, wood and stone;
Ours is the God that made the heaven;
Jehovah he, and God alone.
5 My soul, the purest homage pay,
In truth and spirit him adore;
More shall this please than sacrifice,
Than outward forms delights him more.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #43