Lyrics for O Worship the King

I’m not a huge fan of hymns, mostly because of the music rather than the lyrics. This past year, my internal prophetic radio, as a friend calls it, frequently plays the oldies. This one has been stuck on repeat for several days. I pulled out the old hymnal I rescued from my favorite (but sadly now defunct) church to look up the lyrics. When a song lingers, I wonder if the Holy Spirit has more to say than the verse or two I recall.

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O worship the King all glorious above,

And gratefully sing His wonderful love;

Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,

Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.

 

O tell of His might and sing of His grace,

Whose robe the light, whose canopy space;

His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,

And dark is His 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.