O worship the King, all glorious above,

O gratefully sing God’s power and God’s love;

our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,

pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.


O tell of God’s might, O sing of God’s grace,

whose robe is the light, whose canopy space,

whose chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,

and dark is God’s path on the wings of the storm.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Words: Robert Grant

Tune: Joseph Martin Kraus


Cheri Fields

I'm a homeschooling blogger and book writer. The gift God has given me for His kingdom is to understand complex stuff (mostly) and share it with others using everyday words. It is a joy to share God's wonders with all kinds of people and especially the next generation!


Ernesto E. Carrasco, M.C.Ed. · at

Love that old hymn! 🙂

creationclues · at

I remember playing this song on the piano shorty after receiving some very heart breaking news a few years ago. I certainly wasn’t playing it with my whole heart that day, but as I played, I sang the words to myself. Then I came to that verse, “Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end . . .” To myself, I was thinking sarcastically, “some mercies God. You call what happened today tender mercies?” Then I realized that He IS merciful and He IS tender, no matter what may be going on around us. It’s only by His tender mercy that I had those blessings to lose.

“Every night, clouded or clear, moonlit or dark, calm or tempestuous, is alike suitable for a song upon the faithfulness of God, since in all seasons, and under all circumstances, it abides the same.” ~ Charles H. Spurgeon

    Cheri Fields · at

    Once more we see the power of words to move us dispite the distance of years.
    Many of us lead such sheltered lives that when pain comes we recognize it for the unnatural state it is. Sadly, it is the universal experience since our first parent’s rejection of God’s command, but we still feel the smart.
    Like many of God’s backward seeming truths, joy and understanding come from remembering all we deserve is suffering and any ease of our sorrow is a mercy from God. Not the most comfortable thought, but a freeing one.
    It also makes the hope of heaven all the sweeter. 🙂

Lou Ann · at

Gotta love the doctrine, praise, and poetry in these great, old hymns! Thanks for refreshing my mind with this. You might enjoy my newest post titled “Primates, like us.” Would love to have you visit me at In the Way.

    Cheri Fields · at

    You scared me with that title, but I was very pleased by your content. It’s nice to meet you! 🙂

      Lou Ann · at

      Thank you for visiting mine! I love your blog! I saw you’d like to write a book. Do it!

        Cheri Fields · at

        I have! It’s being reviewed by a third Dr. while I wait for Master Books to find time to ask me to send it in. 😀

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