Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior's brow His head with radiant glories crowned His lips with grace o'erflow
No mortal can with Him compare Among the sons of men Fairer is He than all the fair Who fill the heav'nly train
He saw me plunged in deep distress And flew to my relief For me He bore the shameful cross 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
Since from Thy bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine Had I a thousand hearts to give Lord, they should all be Thine
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