1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Savior's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.
5 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.
|First Line:||Majestic sweetness sits enthroned|
|Title:||Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned|
|Author:||Samuel Stennett (1787)|
|Scripture:||Hebrews 2:9; Hebrews 12:2|
|Composer:||Thomas Hastings (1837)|
|Key:||G Major or modal|