O Worship The King

O Worship The King - The Nashville String Machine

Oh w*****p the King

All glorious above

Oh gratefully sing

His pow'r 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

Thy bountiful care

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