1 I'll speak the honours of my King,
His form divinely fair;
None of his sons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.
2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace
Upon thy lips is shed;
Thy GOD with blessings infinite
Hath crown'd thy sacred head.
3 Gird on thy sword, victorious prince,
Ride with majestic sway;
Thy terrors shall strike thro' thy foes,
And make the world obey.
4 Thy throne, O GOD, forever stands,
Thy word of grace shall prove
A peaceful sceptre in thy hands
To rule the saints by love.
5 Justice and truth attend thee still,
But mercy is thy choice;
And GOD, thy GOD, thy soul shall fill
With most peculiar joys.
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First Line: | I'll speak the honours of my King |
Title: | The Personal Glories and Government of Christ |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1785 |
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