作曲 : Moore
Who is like unto the 
Lord, our 
GodWho dwelleth on high, who dwelleth on high
Who is like unto the 
Lord, our 
GodWho dwelleth on high, who dwelleth on high
You dwell in glory
The heavens are 
Your homeYou began the story
And made Your beauty known
But You created nothing
That gives me more pleasure than 
YouAnd You won't give me something
That gives me more pleasure than 
YouYou hung the planets
In Your image 
You made man
I'm overcome and broken
At the wonders of 
Your hand