O Worship The King

By Robert Grant

O worship the King
All glorious above,
O gratefully sing
His power and his love—
Our shield and defender,
The ancient of days,
Pavilion’d in splendour,
And girded with praise.

Oh tell of his might,
O sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light,
Whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath
Deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is his path
On the wings of the storm.

This earth, with its store
Of wonders untold,
Almighty! thy power
Hath founded of old;
Hath stablish’d 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.

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 might!
Ineffable Love!
While angels delight
To hymn thee above,
The humbler creation,
Tho’ feeble their lays,
With true adoration
Shall lisp to thy praise

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