My Savior and My King

My Sav­ior and my king

Thy beau­ties are di­vine;

Thy lips with bless­ings ov­er­flow

And ev­ery grace is Thine.

Now make Thy glo­ry known

Gird on Thy dread­ful sword

And ride in ma­jes­ty to spread

The conq­uests of Thy Word.

Strike through Thy stub­born foes

Or melt their hearts t’ob­ey

While jus­tice

meek­ness

grace and truth

Attend Thy glo­ri­ous way.

Thy laws

O God

are right;

Thy throne shall ev­er stand;

And Thy vic­tor­ious Gos­pel proves

A scep­ter in Thy hand.

Thy Fa­ther and Thy God

Hath with­out mea­sure shed

His Spir­it like a joy­ful oil

T’anoint Thy sacr­ed head.

Behold

at Thy right hand

The Gen­tile church is seen

Like a fair bride in rich attire

And princ­es guard the queen.

Fair bride

rec­eive His love

Forget thy fa­ther’s house;

Forsake thy gods

thy id­ol gods

And pay thy Lord thy vows.

O let Thy God and king

Thy sweet­est thoughts em­ploy;

Thy child­ren shall His hon­ors sing

In pal­ac­es of joy.