We sang this powerful old hymn in church this morning. Parts of it had been rattling around in my head for days, but I hadn't expected to find it on the order of worship. Perhaps I should not have been surprised.
Oh, Worship the King
By: Robert Grant
Oh, worship the King, all glorious above.
Oh, gratefully sing his power and his love;
Our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.
Oh, tell of his might; oh, 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.
Your 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.
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!
Tune: Hanover 1st Published in: 1833
The lines that had particularly worked their way into my thoughts this week are :
I shall have to reflect on them to see if I can discover why they have been coming to mind.
I do love this hymn, though. It really gives an impression of God's majesty and power.
What is your favorite hymn?
Oh, Worship the King
By: Robert Grant
Oh, worship the King, all glorious above.
Oh, gratefully sing his power and his love;
Our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.
Oh, tell of his might; oh, 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.
Your 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.
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!
Tune: Hanover 1st Published in: 1833
The lines that had particularly worked their way into my thoughts this week are :
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.
I shall have to reflect on them to see if I can discover why they have been coming to mind.
I do love this hymn, though. It really gives an impression of God's majesty and power.
What is your favorite hymn?
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