Oh Worship the King

Verse 1:
Oh, worship the King,
All glorious above,
And gratefully sing
His wonderful love;
Our Shield and Defender,
The Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor
And girded with praise.

Verse 2:
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.

Verse 3:
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!