Hymn 560
Oh worship the King, all glorious above!
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- Oh worship the King, all glorious above!
O gratefully sing His power and His love!
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilion’d in splendor, and girded with praise. - Oh tell of his might, oh sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is His 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. - The 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. - 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. Amen.