(O Lord), even darkness is not dark to you;
night is as bright as day,
for darkness is as light to you.
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 splendour of light hideth Thee.
From the hymn, Immortal, invisible, God only wise (1876), Walter Smith (1824-1908)
Who is this God to Whom, saith the psalmist, darkness is light?
Who is this God
in Whose Presence angels veil their sight,
Who, more luminous than light,
in its splendour, which is as darkness, hidden abides?
Neither can I conceive nor comprehend
either the idea or reality of it.
No theoretical -ism,
whether particle-ism, wave-ism, electromagnetism, quantum-ism,
can explain it (surely, not to me).
It, far beyond me,
is a mystery –
not a riddle by my reason to be resolved,
for it is, by wholly impotent human powers, unresolvable,
but rather that which I canst only pause it purest awe.
So, I sing:
Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from (my) eyes,
Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great Name (I) praise.