O Worship The King

20131128-085124.jpgWho is like our God? Who else is worthy of all our worship?

There’s only One who is powerful enough to create Heaven and Earth; everything seen and unseen. Yet He’s tender and gentle enough to hold us in His arms.

God alone hates evil with a pure, righteous, and unselfish hatred. And although His hatred is justified, He loves the soul of every person, regardless.

He alone is worthy of worship!

While we were yet sinners, rebellious in nature, His love transcended our condition by giving His life as a ransom for many.

To Him alone is our worship due.

Nothing compares to the incomparable God. Our vocabulary fails to describe the indescribable One. Eternity isn’t sufficient to express all the glorious attributes of God Almighty.

Humble and gentle, Our God Supreme
Mighty and awesome, this One unseen
All worship is due, the One Who is King
So with yielded heart, to Him I will sing.

Here is a song I dearly love. Written about 180 years ago, it is an anthem connecting worshippers throughout many generations. It’s message is clear: no one, and no thing, compares to the One called The King.

Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend; worship Him, forever!

O, Worship The King

1. O worship the King, all glorious above,
O gratefully sing God’s power and God’s love;
our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

2. O tell of God’s might, O sing of God’s grace,
whose robe is the light, whose canopy space,
whose chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
and dark is God’s path on the wings of the storm.

3. 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.

4. 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.

5. 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.

By Robert Grant (1833)

One Comment

  1. David Ball

    Excellent thoughts in worship, Jan. Your one paragraph describing God’s “indescribability” took me to the song, “Indescribable.” Thank you for sharing your heart with us. David Ball

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