O Worship The King/This Is My Father's World

O worship the King, all glorious above
O gratefully sing His power and His 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, Whose canopy space
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm
This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
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 Marker, Defender, Redeemer and Friend
O worship the King, all glorious above
O gratefully sing His power and His love
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days
Pavilioned in splender, and girded with praise
Pavilioned in splender, and girded with praise