Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

Upon the Savior’s 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 is He than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train.

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 God

the Father

my 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.