83   O Worship the King




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O worship the King all-glorious above
O 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 thunderclouds form
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

[3]
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.

[4]
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!