1.O worship the King, all glorious
above
and
gratefully sing His wonderful love
Our
Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days
Pavilioned
in splendor and girded with praise
2. 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.
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
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.
