O worship the King, all glorious above
O gratefully sing His wonderful love
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days
Pavilioned in splender, and girded with praise
O tell of His might, O sing of His grace
Whose robe is the light and canopy space
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm
Chorus
You are Truth and You are the Life and though
I have stumbled to follow Your light
I know, You know, Your way's always right
So let's worship our King
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 plains 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
