Had me flashing back--remembering every detail of what it was like to stand on the cool stone floors of the church I grew up in, next to my mother and younger brother, singing this hymn. We must have sung it 12 times a year--obviously a favorite of our priest!
Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great Name we praise.
Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above
Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love.
To all, life Thou givest, to both great and small;
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish—but naught changeth Thee.
Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
All laud we would render; O help us to see
’Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee.
Sung in our parish to the tune St. Denio.
We also sang "Morning Has Broken" at mass. It is probably my least favorite thing we ever sing since, being a child of my times, I always associate it more strongly with Cat Stevens than I do with church. My fault, but it just is. And with him recently being in the news--well, it was distracting. I was sitting with a friend, since PapaC was serving and Zteen was serving at the 6 p.m. mass. She leaned over to me and laughed: "This reminds me of Cat Stevens. BEFORE he wanted to blow us all up."