words by 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 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;
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 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 worship Thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall all sing Thy praise.
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O Lord my God, You are very great; You are clothed with splendor and majesty. Psalm 104:1-2
4 comments:
Have I told you that this is one of the songs that I learned to play on my chord organ when I was about seven years old? (I probably have.)
Thank you for the thoughtful comments you've been leaving on my blog! :)
I'm sorry that I've been so terribly slow in responding. I'm just really busy. =P
That's great that you decided to participate in the Scripture Memory Challenge! I hope that goes well for you. :)
God bless,
Jess
Beautiful words in this song!
Thanks so much for nominating me, Miss Kati. :) If I hadn't already voted for another friend of mine, I would most certainly have voted for you! :/
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