I’ll Speak the Honors of My King

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 scep­ter 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.