O WORSHIP THE KING, ALL GLORIOUS ABOVE
O 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 GOD’S GRACE
WHOSE ROBE IS THE LIGHT, WHOSE CANOPY SPACE
WHOSE CHARIOTS OF WRATH THE DEEP THUNDERCLOUDS FORM
AND DARK IS GOD’S PATH ON THE WINGS OF THE STORM
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
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
