159 ~ Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned
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Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour’s brow; His head with radiant light is crowned, His lips with grace o’erflow, His lips with grace o’erflow.
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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.
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He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief, And carried all my grief.
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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, He saves me from the grave.
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To Heaven, the place of His abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete, And makes my joys complete.
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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.