1 O, worship the King, All-glorious above,
And, 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, And 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!
