O worship the King, all glorious above

And gratefully sing, His power and His love

Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days

Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise

Your 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

O children of God though our strength be frail

In You do we trust nor find You to fail

Your mercies how tender, how firm to the end

Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer and Friend