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Hymnal Number
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Keys included:
G
About this Hymn
Robert Grant's classic hymn is a paraphrase of Psalm 104, a messianic psalm. Hymn scholar Erik Routley once said of it, "We all love it for its combination of effortless energy, high-spirited innocence, and the occasional touch of superb dignity. . . . Psalm 104 is an astonishing piece of writing . . . a pageant not merely of God's power but also of his love."
Lyrics
Verse 1
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.
Verse 2
O tell of his might, O sing of his grace, whose robe is the light, whose canopy space. His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, and dark is his path on the wings of the storm.
Verse 3
The earth with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, thy pow'r hath founded of old; hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree, and round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.
Verse 4
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.
Verse 5
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.
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.
Verse 2
O tell of his might, O sing of his grace, whose robe is the light, whose canopy space. His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, and dark is his path on the wings of the storm.
Verse 3
The earth with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, thy pow'r hath founded of old; hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree, and round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.
Verse 4
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.
Verse 5
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.
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Attribution & Copyright
Words: Robert Grant, 1826
Music: Joseph Martin Kraus, ca. 1784; harm. William Gardiner, 1815
Music: Joseph Martin Kraus, ca. 1784; harm. William Gardiner, 1815