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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.