The Glory of Christ, the Success of the Gospel, and the Gentile Church

Verse 1

My Savior and my King, Thy beauties are divine; Thy lips with blessings overflow, And every grace is thine.

Verse 2

Now make thy glory known, Gird on thy dreadful sword, And ride in majesty to spread The conquests of thy word.

Verse 3

Strike through thy stubborn foes, Or melt their hearts t' obey, While justice, meekness, grace, and truth, Attend thy glorious way.

Verse 4

Thy laws, O God, are right; Thy throne shall ever stand; And thy victorious gospel proves A sceptre in thy hand.

Verse 5

Thy Father and thy God Hath without measure shed His Spirit, like a joyful oil, T' anoint thy sacred head.

Verse 6

Behold, at thy right hand The Gentile church is seen, Like a fair bride in rich attire, And princes guard the queen.

Verse 7

Fair bride, receive his love, Forget thy father's house; Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods, And pay thy Lord thy vows.

Verse 8

O let thy God and King Thy sweetest thoughts employ; Thy children shall his honors sing In palaces of joy.