1 

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

   Upon the Savior's brow;

His head with radiant glories crowned,

   His lips with grace o'er flow.

 2 

No mortal can with Him compare

   Among the sons of men;

Fairer is He than all the fair

   That fill the heav'nly train.

 3 

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.

 4 

To God, the Father, my abode,

   He brings my weary feet;

Shows me the glories of my God,

   And makes my joys complete.

 5 

Since from His bounty I receive

   Such proofs of love divine,

Had I a thousand hearts to give,

   Lord, they should all be Thine.