1 Now be my heart inspir'd to sing
The glories of my Saviour King;
Jesus the Lord; how heav’nly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!
2 O’er all the sons of human race
He shines with a superior grace,
Love from His lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.
3 Dress thee in arms most mighty Lord,
Gird on the terror of thy sword;
In majesty and glory ride
With truth and meekness at thy side.
4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart;
Or words of mercy kind and sweet,
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Grace is the scepter in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right,
But grace and justice thy delight.
6 God, thine own God has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head;
And with his sacred Spirit bless'd
His first born Son above the rest.
Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #P.XLV.I