The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts ‎#Ps.101

Ps.101. Psalm 45

I'll speak the honors of my King,
His form divinely fair;
None of his sons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.

Sweet is thy speech, and heav'nly grace
Upon thy lips is shed;
Thy God, with blessings infinite,
Hath crowned thy sacred head.

Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,
Ride with majestic sway;
Thy terrors shall strike through thy foes,
And make the world obey.

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.

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
• Title: Psalm 45
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1806
• Scripture:
  Psalm 45
• Topic: Glorification: and condescension of Christ; Gospel: its glory and success; Personal glories of Christ; Christ: his personal glories and government; Christ: the King, and the church his spouse; Church: its beauty; Church: of the Gentiles; Church: the spouse of Christ; Gentiles: church; Government: of Christ; Marriage, mystical; Perseverance; Praise: to Jesus Christ; Spouse of Christ, the King: is the church

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