Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour's brow ; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow.
2. No mortal can with Him compare Among the sons of men ; Fairer is He than all the fair That fill the heavenly 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.
4. To Him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have ; He makes me triumph over death, He saves me from the grave.
5. To heaven, the place of His abode, He brings my weary feet ; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joy complete.
6. Since from His bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be Thine !