O wor-ship the King all glo-rious a-bove,
And grate-ful-ly sing His won-der-ful love;
Our Shield and De-fend-er, the An-cient of Days,
Pa-vil-lioned in splen-dor and gird-ed with praise.
O tell of His might and sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose can-o-py space;
His char-iots of wrath the deep thun-der-clouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
Thy boun-ti-ful care what tongue can re-cite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it de-scends to the plain,
And sweet-ly dis-tills in the dew and the rain.
Frail chil-dren of dust, and fee-ble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mer-cies how ten-der, how firm to the end,
Our Mak-er, De-fend-er, Re-deem-er and Friend.