1
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.
2
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.
3
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.
4
Frail children of dust, and
feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor
find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender, how
firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend.
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