1 My Saviour 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 make their hearts 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' anoint thy sacred head.]
[6 Behold at thy right hand
The Gentile church is seen,
A beauteous 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 Oh let thy God and King
Thy sweetest thoughts employ;
Thy children shall his honor sing
And taste the heav'nly joy.
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First Line: | My Saviour and my King |
Title: | The Glory of Christ, the success of the gospel, and the Gentile church |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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