O 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.
O tell of His might O sing of His grace Whose robe is the light whose can-o-py space . His chariots of wrath the deep thunder clouds form , And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
Thy boundtiful care ,what tongue can recite? it breathes in the air; it shines in the light; It streams from the hills; it descends tomthe plain; And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Frail children of dust , and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; They mercies how tender! how firm to the end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Freiend!