1 My Savior 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 scepter 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 honor sing,
In palaces of joy.
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First Line: | My Saviour and my King |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
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