Oh worship the King all glorious above

Oh, worship the King, all glorious above Oh, gratefully sing His power and His love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendour and girded with praise.

Oh, tell of His might, oh, sing of His grace Whose robe is the light, whose canopy, space; His chariots of wrath, the deep thunder clouds form; And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.