Oh, Worship the King William Kethe, pub.1561 recast by Robert Grant, pub.1833 alt. copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Worship, Praise Scripture: Psalm 104:1-2 Lyons [.xml] Joseph M. Kraus, ca.1785 arr. by William Gardiner, pub.1815 copyright status is Public Domain Key: G Meter: 10.10.11.11 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] stop midi [.mid]	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. Oh, worship 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, 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!

Oh, Worship the King

William Kethe, pub.1561
recast by Robert Grant, pub.1833
alt.

Lyons [.xml]

Joseph M. Kraus, ca.1785
arr. by William Gardiner, pub.1815

Key: G

Meter: 10.10.11.11

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Oh, worship 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, 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!