S. Stennett
MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour’s brow;
His head with radiant glories 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 heavenly train,
That fill the heavenly train.
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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.
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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.
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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.