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

Chorus:

You alone are the matchless King, to You alone be all majesty
Your glories, Your wonders; what tongue can recite?
We offer our praise, bowing our lives

Verse 3:

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