The personal Glories and Governent of Christ

Verse 1

I’ll speak the honours of my King. His form divinely fair; None of the sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare.

Verse 2

Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace Upon thy lips is shed; Thy God with blessings infinite Has crowned thy sacred head.

Verse 3

Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway; Thy terror shall strike through thy foes And make the world obey.

Verse 4

Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; Thy word of grace shall prove A peaceful sceptre in thy hands To rule thy saints by love.

Verse 5

Justice and truth attend thee still, But mercy is thy choice; And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys.