O 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

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

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!