1 Now be my heart inspir'd to sing
The glories of my Saviour King,
Jesus the Lord; how heavenly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!
2 O'er all the sons of human race
He shines with far superior grace,
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.
3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord.
Gird on the terror of thy sword,
In majesty and glory ride,
With truth and meekness at thy side.
4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart;
Or words of mercy kind and sweet
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
5 Thy throne, O God, forever stands,
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right,
But grace and justice thy delight.
6 God, thine own God has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head;
And with his sacred spirit bless'd
His first born Son above the rest.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Now be my heart inspir'd to sing |
| Title: | The Glory of Christ, and Power of his Gospel |
| Meter: | Long Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1787 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Christ: his perennial Glories and Government; Church: of the Gentiles; Church: the spouse of Christ (7 more...) |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |