Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#98

98. I'll speak the honors of my King

1 I'll speak the honors 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 heav'nly 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 terror shall strike through thy foes,
And make the world obey.

4 Thy throne, O God for ever 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.

Text Information

• First Line: I'll speak the honors of my King
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 45
• Notes: Public Domain.

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