King of Glory, King of Peace

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.

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 alone didst clear me;

And alone

when they re­plied

Thou didst hear me.

Seven whole days

not one in sev­en

I will praise Thee;

In my heart

though not in Heav­en

I can raise Thee.

Small it is

in this poor sort

To en­roll Thee:

E’en eter­ni­ty’s too short

To ex­tol Thee.