185. Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned

1. Majestic sweetness sits enthroned

   Upon the Saviour's brow;

   His head with radiant glories crowned,

   His lips with grace o'erflow.

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. He saw me plunged in deep distress,

   He came to my relief;

   For me He bore the shameful cross,

   And carried all my grief.

4. To Him I owe my life and breath,

   And all the joys I have;

   He makes me triumph over death,

   He saves me from the grave.

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!