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 splendor and girded* with praise.
O gratefully sing his power and his love:
Our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned* in splendor and girded* with praise.
O tell of his might and 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.
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.
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In You do we trust, nor find you to fail.
Your mercies, how tender, how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
In You do we trust, nor find you to fail.
Your mercies, how tender, how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
O measureless Might, unchangeable Love,
Whom angels delight to worship above!
Your ransomed creation**, with glory ablaze,
in true adoration shall sing to your praise!
Whom angels delight to worship above!
Your ransomed creation**, with glory ablaze,
in true adoration shall sing to your praise!
--Robert Grant (1833)
*A pavilion is a sideless tent, a canopy; girding is wrapping something around the middle. Though God is a Spirit (though the Son became the Human, Jesus), Scripture often pictures Him as if clothed in the heavens or the clouds or with the sky as a tent. (See Psalm 19, also.)
**Romans chapter 8: All creation groans, not because it sinned, but because humans did. All creation waits to be redeemed with the return of Christ.
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