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O Worship the King (William Croft)

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Editor: Rod Mather (submitted 2002-05-25).   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Arranged for choir and congregation with descant and optional flute by Rod Mather

General Information

Title: O Worship the King
Tune: Hanover
Composer: William Croft (attrib.)
Lyricist: Ro­bert Grant, re­work­ed by Wil­liam Kethe in the Ge­ne­van Psalt­er of 1561.

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: Organ
Published:

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

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.

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.

3.

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.

4.

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.

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.

6.

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.

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