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O | worship | the | King, all | glorious | ab | ove, |
G | D | G | C | G | D7 | G | |
O | grateful | ly | sing | His | power and | His | love; |
D | A7 | D7 | G | D | G | D7 | |
Our Shi | eld and | Def | ender, | the An | cient | of | Days, |
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Pavilioned | in | splendour, | and | girded | with p | raise. |
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. |