Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

Upon the Savior's brow;

His head with radiant glories crowned,

His lips with grace o'er flow.

No mortal can with Him compare

Among the sons of men;

Fairer is He than all the fair

That fill the heav'nly train.

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.

To God, the Father, my abode,

He brings my weary feet;

Shows me the glories of my God,

And makes my joys complete.

Since from His bounty I receive

Such proofs of love divine,

Had I a thousand hearts to give,

Lord, they should all be Thine.