1 My Saviour and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow;
And every grace is thine.
2 Now make thy glory known,
Gird on thy dreadful sword,
And ride in majesty to spread
The Conquests of thy word.
3 Strike thro' thy stubborn foes,
Or mskr their hearts obey,
While justice, meekness, grace and truth,
Attend thy glorious way.
4 Thy laws, O GOD, are right,
Thy throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious gospel prove
A sceptre in thy hand.
5 [Thy Father and thy GOD
Hath without measure shed
His spirit like a joyful oil
T' anoint thy sacred head.]
6 [Behold, at thy right hand
The Gentile church is seen,
A beauteous bride in rich attire,
And princes guard the Queen.]
7 Fair bride, receive his love,
Forget thy father's house,
Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods,
And pay thy Lord thy vows.
8 Oh let thy God and King
Thy sweetest thoughts employ;
Thy children shall his honour sing
And taste the heavenly joy.
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First Line: | My Saviour and my King |
Title: | The Glory of CHRIST, The success of the Gospel, and the Gentile church |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1785 |
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