O worship the King, all glorious above O gratefully sing His wonderful love

Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days Pavilioned in splendor, 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

You alone are the matchless King To You alone be all majesty

Your glories and wonders, What tongue can recite?

You breathe in the air, You shine in the light O WORSHIP THE KING - (pg. 2)

O measureless might, ineffable love While angels delight to worship above

Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend

You alone are the matchless King To You alone be all majesty

Your glories and wonders, What tongue can recite?

You breathe in the air, You shine in the light