O worship the King |
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Tune: |
Hanover |
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Metre: |
10 10 11 11 |
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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 the path on the wings of
the storm.
The earth with its store of wonders
untold,
Almighty, thy power hath founded of
old,
Hath stablished it fast by a
changeless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle,
the sea.
Thy bountiful care what tongue can
recite?
It breathes in the sir; it shines in
the light;
It streams from the hills; it descends
to the plain,
And sweetly distils 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.
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