O Worship the King

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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!