Hymns, #177

Praise of the Lord - His Beauty

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Lyrics:Samuel Stennett
Music:Thomas Hastings
Meter: with repeat.

Hymns using same tune:

#264, #600, #858, #1241


Repeat the last line of each verse


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.

Hymn #177