'God hath sent forth the Spirit of His Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father.'

'Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, Thou art very great; Thou art clothed

with honour and majesty.'

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.
mf 2 O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,

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Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
m 3 This 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.
mf 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 distils in the dew and the rain.