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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