Scripture Songs Return to Index

Psalm 24 (The Earth is The Lord’s)

Words: David P. Regier
Tune: O Worship the King
“Lyons” by Joseph Martin Krause 1756-1792
[Key: D]

Verse 1
The earth is the Lord’s and all it contains;
The world, and all those who dwell on its plains.
Upon the dark seas, its foundations are laid;
And deep in the rivers, its moorings are stayed.

Verse 2
And who shall ascend the hill of the Lord,
Or who, then, shall stand at rest in His ward:
The one with clean hands and the purest of heart,
Who speaks not in vain, nor a falsehood imparts.

Verse 3
This one shall from God His blessing receive;
And righteousness be His gracious reprieve.
To all generations who seek for His face,
Almighty Jehovah shall pour out His grace.

Verse 4
O rise, ancient doors! Be lifted, ye gates!
And welcome your King; prepare His estate!
And who is this King, in His glorious might?
The Lord firm in battle and strong in the fight.

Verse 5
O lift up your heads, ye portals of old!
And welcome your King; His glory behold!
And who can it be, this our glorious King?
The Lord God of hosts, whose great glory we sing!

Hymns Return to Index

O Worship The King

Words: Sir Robert Grant, 1838
Music: “Lyons” by Joseph Martin Krause 1756-1792
[Key: D]

Verse 1
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 splendor, and girded with praise.

Verse 2
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.

Verse 3
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.

Verse 4
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.

Verse 5
O measureless might! Ineffable love!
While angels delight to sing Thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble our gaze,
With true adoration shall all shout Thy praise.