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

O tell of His might,O sing of His grace,Whose robe is the light,Whose canopy space,Whose chariots of wraththe deep thunderclouds form,And dark is His pathon the wings of the storm.

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, unchangeable Love,whom angels delight to worship above!Your ransomed creation, with glory ablaze,in true adoration shall sing to your praise!