O Worship the King

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 pow’r hath founded of old;
Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

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 light, ineffable Love.
While angels delight to hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays;
With true adoration shall sing to Thy praise.