O worship the King
All-glorious above,
O gratefully sing
His pow'r and his love
Our shield and defender,
the ancient of days;
Pavillioned 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 chariot of wrath
The deep thunder-Clouds form,
And dark is his path
On the wings of the storm.

The earth with its store
Of wonders untold
AImighty! Thy pow’r
Hath founded of old,
Hath stablished it fast
By a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast,
Like a man tie, 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 distils
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 sing to thy praise.
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Only thee, my Jesus!
Only thee l crave,
Thou didst loose my fetters,
All my sins forgive
here to thine own temple
Thou hast led my feet
To thy heart hast bound me
by love’s fetters sweet.

How can I repay thee?
Graces ev’ry hour
Thrill my soul with wonder
tell thy love and pow’r
Only thee my Jesus
Thine are all my days
Vowed to thee forever
Thine is all my praise

Bowed in thy sweet presence,
Fleet the hours divine
While thy heart whispéring
Let thy heart be mine."
Then to labour hasting
I am still with thee,
And thy voice still lingers:
Reach and call for me

O! the bliss of knowing
Jesus I am thine;
Naught from thee can sever,
Naught but sin of mine.
O'er the earth, o'er angels
Do I take my flight,
Only thee, my Jesus,
Thou art life and light.