MAJESTIC SWEETNESS SITS ENTHRONED
1. Majestic
sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Savior's
brow;
His head with
radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace
o'er-flow,
His lips with grace
o'er-flow.
2. No mortal can
with Him compare,
Among the sons of
men;
Fairer is He than
all the fair
That fill the
heav'nly train,
That fill the
heav'nly train.
3. He saw me
plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my
relief;
For me He bore the
shameful cross
And carried all my
grief,
And carried all my
grief.
4. 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,
And saves me from
the grave.
5. Since from His
bounty I receive
Such proofs of love
divine,
Had I a thousand
hearts to give,
Lord, they should
all be Thine,
Lord, they should
all be Thine.
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