You, who repay faithlessness with faithfulness,
Who make your rain fall on both the wicked and the righteous,
Causing their reward to shine like the dawn.

So sacred, so pure—
Blinding Glory beyond words,
For to attempt description is to tread upon blasphemy.

You have chosen the needy,
Recognized the broken,
Preserved the sinful upon your paths,
And from the poor, fashioned eternal riches.