Majestic sweetness sits enthronedUpon the Savior s brow;His head with radiant glories crowned,His lips with grace o erflow,His lips with grace o erflow.To Christ, the Lord, let every tongueIts noblest tribute bringWhen He s the subject of the song,Who can refuse to sing?Survey the beauties of His face,And on His glories dwell;Think of the wonders of His grace,And all His triumphs tell.No mortal can with Him compareAmong the sons of men;Fairer is He than all the fairWho fill the heav nly train,Who fill the heav nly train.He saw me plunged in deep distressAnd flew to my relief;For me He bore the shameful crossAnd carried all my grief,And carried all my grief.His hand a thousand blessings poursUpon my guilty head:His presence gilds my darkest hours,And guards my sleeping bed.To Him I owe my life and breathAnd all the joys I have;He makes me triumph over deathAnd saves me from the grave,And saves me from the grave.To Heav n, the place of His abode,He brings my weary feet;Shows me the glories of my God,And makes my joys complete.Since from His bounty I receiveSuch proofs of love divine,Had I a thousand hearts to give,Lord, they should all be Thine.
