1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Savior's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
2 No mortal can with Him compare
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair
Who fill the heav'nly train
Who fill the heav'nly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress
And flew to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross
And carried all my grief,
And carried all my grief.
4 To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death
And saves me from the grave,
And saves me from the grave.
|First Line:||Majestic sweetness sits enthroned|
|Title:||Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned|
|Author:||Samuel Stennett, 1727-1795|
|Topic:||Worship of God|