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 thunder-clouds 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
Hath 'stablished 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 distils
In the dew and the rain
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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!
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