CLXI. The Excellencies of Christ

1 To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue
Its nobles tribute bring:
When he's the subject of the song,
who can refuse to sing?

2 Survey the beauties of his face,
And on his glories dwell;
Think of the wonders of his grace,
And all his triumphs tell.

3 Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd
Upon his awful brow;
His head with radiant glories crown'd,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

4 No mortal can with him compare,
Among the sons of men:
Fairer he is than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.

5 He saw me plung'd in deep distress,
He fled to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross
And carried all my grief.

6 His hand a thousand blessings pours
Upon my guilty head:
His presence gilds my darkest hours,
And guards my sleeping bed.

7 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.

8 To heaven the place of his abode
He brings my weary feet;
Shews me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.

9 Since from his beauty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine.

Text Information
First Line: To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue
Title: The Excellencies of Christ
Author: Dr. S. Stennett
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: Characters and Representations of Christ: Chief among ten thousand; Christ: Chief among ten thousand; Excellencies of Christ
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