O Worship the King

Oh wor­ship the King

all glo­ri­ous ab­ove!

O grate­ful­ly sing His pow­er and His love—

Our shield and de­fend­er

the An­cient of Days

Pavilioned in splen­dor

and gird­ed with praise.

Oh 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.

The earth

with its store of won­ders un­told

Almighty! Thy pow­er hath found­ed of old;

Established it fast by a change­less de­cree

And round it hath cast

like a man­tle

the sea.

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 Thee do we trust

nor find Thee to fail;

Thy mer­cies how ten­der! How firm to the end!

Our mak­er

de­fend­er

re­deem­er

and friend!

O mea­sure­less might! In­ef­fa­ble love!

While an­gels de­light to wor­ship Thee ab­ove

The hum­bler cre­ation

though fee­ble their lays

With true ad­or­ation shall all sing Thy praise.