1 I’ll speak the honours of my King.
His form divinely fair;
None of the sons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.
2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace
Upon thy lips is shed;
Thy God with blessings infinite
Has crowned 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 thy 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.
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #126
First Line: | I'll speak the honors of my King |
Title: | The personal Glories and Governent of Christ |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |