Majestic Sweetness
To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue
Its noblest tribute bring;
When he's the subject of the song,
Who can refuse to sing!
Survey the beauties of his face,
And on his glories dwell;
Think of the wonders of his grace,
And all his triumphs tell.
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon his awesome brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
No mortal can with him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer he is than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.
He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
His hand a thousand blessings pours
Upon my guilty head;
His presence gilds my darkest hours,
And guards my sleeping bed.
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.
To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine!
--Samuel Stennett
