O worship the King, all glorious above, 

O gratefully sing God's power and His love; 

Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, 

Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

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.

-Robert Grant 1779-1838