57. Oh, worship the King, all glorious above
Oh, worship the King, all glorious above;
Oh, gratefully sing, His power and His love;
Our shield and defender, the ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
2 Oh, tell of His might, Oh, 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.
3 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.
4 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 distils, in the dew and the rain.
5 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!
6 Oh, measureless Might, Ineffable Love,
While angels delight to hymn Thee above;
Thy humbler Creation, Though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall sing to thy praise.