Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
upon the Savior’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o’erflow,
His lips with grace o’erflow.
To Christ the Lord let every tongue
His noblest tribute bring.
When He’s the subject of the song,
Who can refuse to sing,
Who can refuse to sing?
Survey the beauties of His face,
And on His glories dwell;
Think of the wonders of His grace,
And all His triumphs tell,
And all His triumphs tell.
No mortal can with Him compare,
among the sons of men;
fairer is He than all the fair
That fill the heav’nly train,
That 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,
And carried all my grief.
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,
And saves me from the grave.
Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine,
Lord, they should all be Thine.
Author: Samuel Stennett (1787)
Tune: ORTONVILLE