1 O Worship the King,
All glorious above,
O gratefully sing
His wonderful love;
Our Shield and Defender,
The Ancient of days,
Pavilion'd in splendour,
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
Deep thunder-clouds 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 distils
On 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!
5 All hail to the King!
in splendor enthrone;
Glad praises we bring,
Thy wonders make know.
Returning victorious,
great conqueror of sin,
King Jesus, all glorious
our vict'ry will win.
