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.