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Christ in Song 309

O Worship the King!

Words: Robert GrantMusic: J. M. HaydnTune: Lyons10, 10, 11, 11.

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1O 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.

2O 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.

3The earth with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, thy power hath founded of old; Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

4Thy 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.

5Frail 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.

Tune
Lyons
Meter
10, 10, 11, 11.
Scripture
Psalm 104:1

The verse

Meter
45 · the hymnal prints 10, 10, 11, 11.
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 34% of beats fit
Rhyme
A
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Verse 1

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.˘/˘˘///˘˘˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘˘˘//˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘˘/45A

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.˘/˘˘˘˘/˘˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘/???/˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘˘/43A

Verse 3

The earth with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, thy power hath founded of old; Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.˘/˘˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘//˘//˘˘//???˘/˘˘???˘/˘/˘///˘/˘˘/45A

Verse 4

Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?//˘˘/˘/˘˘/10A
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;˘/˘˘/˘/˘˘/10A
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘˘/11B
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘˘/11B

Verse 5

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.//˘˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘˘/˘//˘//////˘//˘˘//˘/˘˘/˘˘/˘˘/43A

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.