O w^Corship the King all-^Fglorious ^Gabo^Cve, O ^Amgratefully s^Ging His ^Dpower and His ^Glove: Our ^CShield and De^Ffender, the ^CAncient of ^GDays, Pa^Fvilioned in ^Gsplendor and ^Fgirded ^Gwith ^Cpraise.

O ^Ctell of His might and ^Fsing of ^GHis ^Cgrace, Whose ^Amrobe is the ^Glight, whose ca^Dnopy ^Gspace. His ^Cchariots of ^Fwrath the deep ^Cthunderclouds ^Gform, And ^Fdark is His ^Gpath on the ^Fwings of ^Gthe ^Cstorm.

This ^Cearth, with its stores, of ^Fwonder ^Guntol^Cd, Al^Ammighty thy ^Gpower, hath ^Dfounded of ^Gold; Hath ^Cstablished it ^Ffast, by a ^Cchangeless de^Gcree, And ^Fround it hath ^Gcast, like a ^Fmantle ^Gthe ^Csea.

Thy ^Cbountiful care, what ^Ftongue ^Gcan ^Crecite? It ^Ambreathes in the ^Gair, it ^Dshines in the ^Glight; It ^Cstreams from the ^Fhills, it des^Ccends to the ^Gplain, And ^Fsweetly dis^Gtills in the ^Fdew and ^Gthe ^Crain.

Frail ^Cchildren of dust, and ^Ffeeble ^Gas ^Cfrail, In ^AmThee do we ^Gtrust, nor ^Dfind Thee to ^Gfail. Thy ^Cmercies, how ^Ftender, how ^Cfirm to the ^Gend, Our ^FMaker, De^Gfender, Re^Fdeemer, ^Gand ^CFriend!

O ^Cmeasureless might! In^Feffable ^Glov^Ce! While ^Amangels de^Glight to ^Dhymn thee a^Gbove, Thy ^Chumbler cre^Fation, though ^Cfeeble their ^Glays, With ^Ftrue ador^Gation shall ^Fsing to ^Gthy ^Cpraise.