1 My Savior and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And ev'ry grace is thine.
2 Now make thy glory known;
Gird on thy dreadful sword,
And ride in majesty to spread
The conquests of thy word.
3 Strike through thy stubborn foes,
Or melt their hearts t'obey;
While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,
Attend thy glorious way.
4 Thy laws, O God, are right;
Thy throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious gospel prove
A sceptre in thy hand.
5 [Thy Father and thy God,
Hath without measure shed
His spirit, like a joyful oil,
T' annoint thy sacred head.]
6 [Behold, at thy right hand
The Gentile church is seen,
Like a fair bride in rich attire,
And princes guard the queen.]
7 Fair bride, receive his love;
Forget thy father's house;
Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods,
And pay thy Lord thy vows.
8 O Let thy God and King
Thy sweetest thoughts employ;
Thy children shall his honors sing
In palaces of joy.
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First Line: | My Savior and my King |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. |