Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
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Majestic sweetness sits enthronedUpon the Saviour's brow;His head with radiant light is crowned,His lips with grace o'erflow.
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No mortal can with him compare,Among the sons of men;Fairer is he than all the fairThat fill the heavenly train.
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He saw me plunged in deep distress,He 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,He saves me from the grave.
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To heaven, the place of his abode,He brings my weary feet;Shows me the glories of my God,And makes my joy complete.
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Since from his bounty I receiveSuch proofs of love divine,Had I a thousand hearts to give,Lord, they should all be thine.