O WORSHIP the King, All-glorious above; O gratefully sing His power and His love: Our Shield and Defender, The Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendour, And girded with praise.
O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy space; His chariots of wrath The deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is His path On the wings of the storm.
The earth with its store Of wonders untold, Almighty Thy power Has founded of old; Has stablished it fast By a changeless decree, And round it has cast Like a mantle, the sea.
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! Ineffable love! While angels delight To hymn Thee above, The humbler creation, Though feeble their lays, With true adoration Shall lisp to Thy praise.
Robert Grant, 1779-1838