O worship the King (Thomas Ravenscroft)

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  • (Posted 2021-02-19)  CPDL #63045:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-02-19).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 42 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words to the alternative tune Old 104th in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2021-02-19)  CPDL #63044:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-02-19).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 98 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard to the alternative tune Old 104th, melody with words.

General Information

Title: O worship the King
Composer: Thomas Ravenscroft
Tune: Old 104th
Lyricist: Robert Grantcreate page

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 10 10. 11 11

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

First published:
  2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 101
Description: For a descant, see O worship the King (II) (Alan Gray).

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

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 splendour 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 thunder clouds 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;
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 distils 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 hymn thee above,
thy humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
with true adoration shall sing to thy praise.