Sunday, June 6, 2010

O worship the King....

O worship the King.
by Sir Robert Grant

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 splendor, 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 if the storm.

The earth it's store of wonders untold, Almighty, thy power hath
founded of old. Hath established it fast, by a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast like a mantle, the sea.

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breaths in the air,
it shines in the light. It streams from the hills, it descends to the plains,
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, Thy humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.

1 comment:

Andi said...

I love that hymn honey! Thanks for sharing!