O Worship The King

O worship the King,
All Glorious above
And gratefully sing
His power and His Love
Our Shield and Defender
The ancient of days
Pavilioned in splendor
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 thunderclouds form
And dark is His path
on the wings of the storm

Frail children of dust
and feeble as frail
In Thee do we trust
Nor find Thee to fail
thy mercies how tender
who firm to the end
Our Maker Defender Redeemer and Friend

Amazing Grace

Amazing grace, How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost,, But now am found
Was blind but now I see

Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We've no less days to sing God's praise
than when we first begun