Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

Upon the Saviour’s brow;

His head with radiant glories crowned,

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

Who fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,

And flew to my relief;

For me he bore the shameful cross,

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.

5 To heaven, the place of his abode,

He brings my weary feet;

Shows me the glories of my God,

And makes my joys complete.

6 Since from thy bounty I receive

Such proofs of love divine,

Had I a thousand hearts to give,

Lord, they should all be thine.