There is none like God, Jeshurun, riding to your rescue through the skies, his dignity haloed by clouds.
no one compares with you, lord, absolutely no one! thank you that in all you are, in all your holy difference, in all your set-apart greatness, you still come to our rescue, never failing to be here right when we need you and meeting us right where we are! how great are you, lord! no matter how seemingly far removed or impossibly big our obstacles may be, you break through barriers and apperances and whatever else there is and always come through with your rescue, always staying true to your word, your might and identity powerfully emanating from all you are and all you do. praise you, lord, praise you, praise you!