XCII. My Saviour and my King

1 My Saviour and my King,
thy Beauties are Divine;
Thy Lips with Blessings overflow,
and ev'ry Grace is thine.
2 Now make thy Glory known,
gird on thy dreadful Sword,
And ride in Majesty to spread
the Conquests of thy Word.

3 Strike thro' thy stubborn Foes,
or melt their Hearts t'obey,
While Justice, Meekness, Grace, and Truth
attend thy glorious Way.
4 Thy Laws, O GOD, are right;
thy Throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious Gospel proves
a Sceptre in thy Hand.

5 Thy Father and thy GOD
hath without Measure shed
His Spirit like a joyful Oil
t'anoint thy sacred Head.
6 Behold, at thy Right-hand
the Gentile Church is seen,
Like a fair Bride in rich Attire;
and Princes guard the Queen.

7 Fair Bride, receive his Love,
forget thy Father's House;
Forsake thy Gods, thy Idol-Gods,
and pay thy Lord thy Vows.
8 O let thy God and King
thy sweetest Thoughts employ;
Thy Children shall his Honour sing
in Palaces of Joy.

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First Line: My Saviour and my King
Language: English
Publication Date: 1765
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