O worship the King
All-glorious above,
O gratefully sing
His wonderful love:
Our Shield and Defender,
The Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor
And girded with praise.
O tell of His might,
O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light,
Whose canopy space!
His chariots of wrath
The deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is His path
On the wings of the storm.
Thy bountiful care
What tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air,
It shines in the light;
It streams from the hills,
It descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
Frail children of dust,
And feeble as frail,
In these do we trust,
Nor find Thee to fail:
Thy mercies how tender,
How firm to the end;
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend!
Thy mercies how tender,
How firm to the end;
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend!