Majestic sweetness sits enthroned.
Upon the Saviour’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o’erflow.
Upon the Saviour’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o’erflow.
No mortal can with Him compare
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.
He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He came to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
He saves me from the grave.
Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine!