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 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.
The earth with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old;
Established it fast by a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.
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.
O measureless might! Ineffable love!
While angels delight to worship Thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall all sing Thy praise.
About the writer: Robert Grant was born in India in 1785. His father was a leading officer of the East India Company. He graduated from Cambridge in 1804 and was admitted to the bar in 1807. He later was appointed Governor of Bombay in 1824. He died in India in 1838. He was the author of several volumes on the work of the East India Company and also of 12 hymns; which his brother, Lord Glenelg, published the year after his death. “O Worship the King” is considered by many to be one of the greatest hymns ever written.
Key Verses: Praise the LORD, I tell myself; O LORD my God, how great you are! You are robed with honor and with majesty; you are dressed in a robe of light. You stretch out the starry curtain of the heavens. –Psalm 104:1, 2