O Ancient of Days, my soul's delight,
Creator of stars burning bright;
Blessed by Thee, O Lord, my King,
To Thee my life, an offering.
Heavenly Father, thou dost reign,
From all evil I must refrain.
To Thy courts I do aspire,
To be with Thee, my heart's desire.
O Ancient of Days, O Lord on high,
For You I live, I shalt ne'er deny.
I see Thy face in bright stars above,
Shining down, displaying Thy love.
Whilst Thy world hast forgotten Thee,
Architect of fearful symmetry,
Chaos and order art in Thy hands,
And Thou dost rule as Thy love demands.
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Just a fantastic work of art ("needs no critic"), a masterpiece!!! Thank you for sharing your heart-and-soul-felt thoughts with us. 
