1 King of glory, King of peace,
I will love Thee;
and that love may never cease,
I will move Thee.
Thou hast granted my request,
Thou hast heard me;
Thou didst note my working breast,
Thou hast spared me.
2 Wherefore with my utmost art
I will sing Thee,
and the cream of all my heart
I will bring Thee.
Though my sins against me cried,
Thou didst clear me;
and alone, when they replied,
Thou didst hear me.
3 Sev'n whole days, not one in sev'n,
I will praise Thee;
in my heart, though not in heav'n,
I can raise Thee.
Small it is, in this poor sort
to enroll Thee:
e'en eternity's too short
to extol Thee.
Source: Hymns to the Living God #66
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King of glory, King of peace. G. Herbert. [Praise to God.] From his Temple, 1633, p. 140, in 7 stanzas of 4 lines and entitled "Praise." It is usually abbreviated as in The English Hymnal, 1906, the Hymn Book for the Use of Wellington College, 1902, &c.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, New Supplement (1907)