1 I'll speak the honorus of my King,
His form divinely fair;
None of his sons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.
2 Sweet is thy speech, and heav'nly grace
Upon thy lips is shed;
Thy God with blessings infinite
Hath crown'd thy sacred head.
3 Gird on thy sword victorious Prince,
Ride with majestic sway;
Thy terror shall strike through thy foes,
And make the world obey.
4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Thy word of grace shall prove
A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule the saints by love.
5 Justice and truth attend thee still,
But mercy is thy choice:
And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill
With most peculiar joys.
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First Line: | I'll speak the honours of my King |
Title: | The personal Glories and Government of Christ |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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