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 splendour, 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.
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.
