O Worship The King sing and play along

O worship the King, all glorious above,

O gratefully sing

His pow'r 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 thunderclouds form,

And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

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.