OH WORSHIP THE KING

Oh, worship the King,

all glorious above!

Oh, gratefully sing

His power and His love;

our Shield and Defender,

the Ancient of Days,

pavilioned in splendour,

and girded with praise.




Oh, tell of His might,

oh, sing of His grace!

whose robe is the light,

whose canopy space;

His chariots of wrath

the deep thunder-clouds form

and dark is His path

on the wings of the storm.




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 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;

Thy mercies how tender,

how firm to the end,

our Maker, Defender,

Redeemer, and Friend.




Oh, measureless Might,

ineffable Love,

while angels delight

to hymn Thee above,

Thy humbler creation,

though feeble their lays,

with true adoration

shall sing to Thy praise.