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 splendor and girded with praise

Oh 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

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 you do we trust, nor find you to fail

Your mercies, how tender, how firm to the end

Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend

Oh measureless Might, unchangeable Love

Whom angels delight to worship above

Your ransomed creation, with glory ablaze

In true adoration shall sing to your praise!