O Worship The King, All Glorious Above, And Gratefully Sing God's Power And God's Love; Our Shield And Defender, The Ancient Of Days, Pavilioned In Splendor, And Girded With Praise.
O Tell Of God's Might, O Sing Of His Grace, Whose Robe Is The Light, Whose Canopy Space, Whose Chariots Of Wrath The Deep Thunderclouds Form, And Dark Is His Path On The Wings Of The Storm.
O Worship the Lord God On High Praise Him, all Creatures Draw Nigh Sing 'Round His Glorious Throne Our True Adoration Forever Make Known!
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!
